What to Do When I Become a Koi and Fall into the Male God’s Bathtub

After soaking in the medicinal bath, Xi Guichan felt very uncomfortable. This feeling of weakness that originated from within his body was even more unbearable than the external pain.

Because this feeling of weakness gave Xi Guichan the illusion that he had returned to the days of experimental subject number 20. He was weak and powerless, as if he was at the mercy of others.

The side effects of the medicinal bath would last for three hours.

The sound of the live broadcast was turned up to the maximum, but it still couldn’t fill the entire room. He slowly closed his eyes, and in a trance, he heard a soft humming sound again. Although it was just an auditory hallucination, the feeling of weakness in his body strangely weakened.

I really want to see that person …

I want to hear his voice, I want to see his eyes when he smiles. I can’t help but miss him.

Xi Guichan lay down in the gaming cabin as if he was possessed. When he entered the game and lay down in the quilt, he felt as if he had been given a bewitching soup. Is this the legendary Internet addiction?

Click.

His round tiger ears twitched subconsciously. He didn’t know when it started, but the sound of the metal door being pushed open had become synonymous with He Ruge. The dull click sound was even more pleasant than the song of a lark.

The person in front of him still looked unhappy.

— What’s wrong?

— Who bullied you again?

He Ruge frowned, and his expression was “worried.” However, this kind of worry was different from the melancholy of the morning. It was a kind of melancholy that was tied to someone else. It was as if Xi Guichan’s every move had affected the emotions on that person’s face.

Xi Guichan reacted after a while … He seemed to feel sorry for me.

So I was the one who bullied him.

The emotion that appeared in his heart was strange and strange. It was a kind of embarrassment and uneasiness, with a little shyness and joy. What was even more strange was that when he realized that He Ruge cared for him and felt sorry for him, the feeling of weakness that he could endure was magnified a thousand times.

Bathed in such a gentle gaze, the quilt he was lying on seemed to be made of velvet. He was like a little white tiger that had grown up under the meticulous care and care of him. He could not suffer at all, because this kind of suffering would be magnified infinitely in the eyes of another person.

… I should feel very bad.

The side effects of the medicinal bath still appeared in the game. It was much better to keep a hunched posture and bend like a shrimp. However, Xi Guichan was already used to disguising himself as a tough armor.

In the environment that he was in all year round, once he relaxed and showed signs of fatigue, the people hiding in the dark would surround him like sharks that had smelled blood, finding the right opportunity to tear off a piece of meat from his body.

Xi Guichan also knew that what the Federation’s so-called fans admired and chased after was only the deified “Blade of the Federation”. No one cared about how badly he had been injured in the Battlecraft Wars. They only cheered for his achievements.

Just like the Xinghai Orphanage, they only cared about the body data of the “test subject” and not the little white tiger.

A weak test subject was equivalent to a defective product and had to be destroyed.

He had to be strong. Even if his body was riddled with holes, he could only hide in the dark and lick his wounds.

But —

Xi Guichan lifted his eyelids and looked at He Ruge. The person in front of him had a clear and unsullied face. His skin was fine, tender, and white. He was so clean that he gave off a sense of purity. He was harmless and soft. His temperament was gentle, as if he could accommodate all his edges and heal his wounds.

It was as if no matter if he was sitting, standing, lying on his side, or even sticking out his butt, that person’s attitude towards him would not change. If he had maintained his composure, he would not have caused the person in front of him to feel … heartache.

I should feel terrible. The little white tiger thought uncertainly, I do feel terrible.

Little by little, he was filled with uneasy anticipation, anticipating the next move of the person in front of him. I already feel so terrible. What about you? What will you do?

Will you sing for me? Just like how you coax the bunny next door.

And what should I do?

A hand reached out in front of the little white tiger. There was a pill in the palm of his hand.

The little white tiger, who was originally filled with anticipation, suddenly felt his heart skip a beat. He had already guessed what the thing in his palm was, but he still went closer and sniffed it, hoping to smell the sweet sweetness.

Life was already hard enough. He needed a little sweetness to ease the pain.

The bitter taste of the pill destroyed the last bit of his fantasy. The little white tiger turned around unhappily. It did not want to face the unromantic “lover” behind it.