After picking up a system

"Welcome the visitor player Ling Han to enter the rule-based survival dungeon called 'Thirty Days'."

"Good luck to you!" a cheerful male voice sounded and ended.

Ling Han was unable to wake up in the system space this time. When he opened his eyes again, he saw people suddenly appearing in front of him one by one.

They looked around, and it was easy to tell the newcomers from the old hands.

"Where is this? Let me go, I want to go home."

This is newbie.

"This is an infinite game world. We are now in a rule-based survival instance."

This is a veteran.

"What? Why did the Infinite Game choose me?" The man in the white shirt and glasses who had just asked the question collapsed.

He is just an unknown office worker with no big aspirations. He just wants to live a peaceful and stable life, that's all.

"The infinite game selects people randomly. Maybe you are just a tourist player. You will return to the real world after this copy." The middle-aged woman who had just answered him spoke again.

Ling Han: "Why am I here?"

Chi Yi: "You were pulled here by your impatient husband."

Ling Han: "...Where's the original owner? Where's the mission?"

Chiyi: "It's not illegal to create a person here."

Ling Han: "What are you talking about?"

Chi Yi: "What kind of tiger and wolf are you thinking about? There is no original owner, no mission, and your husband is pulling you over to have a relationship."

Ling Han: “…”

"Welcome all players to enter the 30-day rule-based survival dungeon." The voice changed again, becoming a lively female voice.

"Your lover has forgotten you. As someone who has been forgotten by your lover, you must be sad, but you can't bear to blame your lover. You will only try every possible way to hope that your lover can remember you again."

"Only sincerity can be exchanged for sincerity in this world. Remember, this is a rule-based survival copy."

“Please remember and abide by the copy rules. Here are the copy rules:

1. Remember to give your lover a goodnight kiss every morning~

2. The wife is responsible for cooking, and the husband is responsible for work

3. Lovers should sleep in the same bed every night~

4. Do both spouses need to agree before doing anything?

5. Don’t let your lover down~”

"The current instance is 'Thirty Days', and the current number of players is thirty-one."

"Once again, please remind all players to remember and abide by the dungeon rules~"

"The game begins, I wish all players good luck!"

The tone of his voice fluctuates, and he sounds a bit neurotic.

Ling Han wanted to know what he looked like now.

He was the first to open the door of the white room.

Outside the pure white room is a colorful fairy tale town.

Red wall, yellow wall, green wall...

The highly saturated colors stung Ling Han's eyes, so he raised his hand to cover them.

The person behind her walked around her and looked back at her with surprise in his eyes, but because she was a newcomer he had never seen before, he no longer paid too much attention to it.

If she could survive this instance, he would help her. Of course, if she paid something now, it would be no problem for him to help her pass the instance.

Ling Han didn't care about the man's eyes and followed the system's instructions to find his lover.

"Your lover lives in a dark house. Don't worry, he's not scary."

Ling Han was looking for black among the colorful crowd.

The houses are scattered around like those in a fairy tale town. The windows are made of wood, and I don’t know what kind of glass they are made of. When they shine on people, there is only a vague shadow.

There is a small flower bed in front of the house, which looks like a fairy tale. In such good weather, the town is quiet and no one is around.

Everyone followed the system's instructions to find their loved ones. Ling Han saw some people being turned away, while others let out short exclamations after entering.

Ling Han looked over curiously, but saw nothing, so he walked forward again.

"Da da da."

There was only the sound of her footsteps.

Near the forest, she saw the black house.

It is some distance away from other houses.

When she looked back, it was as if they were two separate worlds.

As usual, there was a small flower bed in front of the door, and there was also a wooden swing with vines wrapped around it.

The wooden tables and chairs look like mushrooms, with a weird and cute look.

Ling Han could even see a few bright red mushrooms growing from the table legs, which looked poisonous.

She went up and knocked on the door.

The black wooden door knocked three times, and then it opened impatiently.

The young man, who was almost as tall as the door frame, smiled brightly. Before Ling Han could see his face clearly, he was pulled into the house.

"Bang" the door was closed, the light dimmed, and Ling Han welcomed an airtight hug.

"You finally came to see me." The voice was a little aggrieved.

Ling Han patted his back.

He kept rubbing against Ling Han's neck like a puppy, as if there was something there that attracted him.

Ling Han pushed him, but he didn't move.

Ling Han: "If you don't let go, there won't be a hug next time."

The man let go: "Will there be a kiss then?"

Being stared at by the bright eyes, Ling Han said firmly: "It depends on the situation."

The dog's ears drooped, and Ling Han was about to touch the dog's head when his cheek was touched by the other's lips.

"Then I'll give myself a little reward first."

Ling Han laughed angrily: "Where did you get the reward? You made me angry just after we met and you still want a reward."

The man took the person to sit on the sofa, crossed one leg and wrapped it around Ling Han's calf, holding the other's hand, resting his chin on it, and asked innocently: "Why are you angry?"

Ling Han stared at him.

The boy is quite big, and it doesn't make any difference if he is folded like this. The drapey white low-necked shirt makes him clearly visible in this posture.

The skin went from light to dark, and finally disappeared along with the shirt tucked into the pants.

The white silk ribbon tied around her fair neck brought a hint of pure amorous feelings. The long silk ribbon dangled across her calves as she moved, making her feel itchy.

She held down the other's hand that was playing with her skirt and continued to admire his height and long legs.

As she bent one leg to support her elbow and wrapped the other leg around herself, her trouser leg slid up, revealing a large area of ​​skin from the ankle up.

Black and white are always so vivid and eye-catching.

Ling Han moved his legs, and the dust from his black leather shoes bounced onto the other person's black pants.

Ling Han looked back into his eyes.

Her round, bright eyes were filled with smiles.

Ling Han said seriously: "Don't you know why I'm angry?"

The owner of the eyes was a little confused. Not only did no one pay attention to his beauty plan, but his wife was also angry.

He rubbed Ling Han's hand: "My wife said I did something wrong, I will definitely change."

That sounds like bullshit.

Ling Han pulled his hand away: "Who is your wife? I don't even know your name."

The other person's eyes followed Ling Han's hand, watching her lift her white hair and tuck it behind her ears, then she crossed her hands to her chest.

He always looked at her with eagerness.

The man's delicate eyebrows and eyes, even his indifferent expression, seemed to be tempting him.

Ling Han moved his leg and kicked him.

He changed his position, resting his elbows on the sofa, trying his best to ignore the itchy feeling on his thigh where Ling Han had lightly kicked him.

"Matsuo, my wife, my name is Songo. You can also call me good dog."

He handed the silk ribbon tied around his neck to Ling Han.

It's sparkling, just like a puppy waiting to be recognized.

Ling Han looked at him and always felt something was wrong.

Still reached out and grabbed the ribbon.

Song Sheng's eyes became even brighter, and he wanted to pounce on Ling Han and lick her face wildly.

Ling Han patted the seat next to him, and Song Sheng sat on it, sticking close to Ling Han.

Ling Han's outfit for today was put together by him. She wore an off-white knee-length dress with a coat. Her white hair had a bluish tint. A strand of hair was hooked out from behind each ear and tied at the back of her head, with a large burgundy velvet bow on top.

The lowest point of the pearl necklace falls between the collarbones.

He leaned against him and felt like a gangster when he lowered his head a little.

Ling Han slapped him.

Song Sheng took her hand and kissed her.

Ling Han felt wet.

Looking at him, he still looked so well-behaved and innocent.

Ling Han pulled his hand away and wiped it with his shirt.

"Snap" the frame of the shirt clip fell off, and the strap bounced back and hit Song Sheng.

His eyes turned red from the pain.

Ling Han was stunned.

So squeamish?

Song Sheng felt wronged: "Wife, you are so fierce."

After wiping his hands, Ling Han looked at the bulge half-covered by his shirt. He tried to hold it back, but couldn’t help saying, “Pervert.”

Song Sheng: "My wife wronged me."

Ling Han: “Don’t pretend.”