Shen Tingchuan · Chat

In the eerie, deathly silent corridor of the ultimate dungeon's castle, candlelight flickered and an icy wind swept through the passage, the chill seeping into the bones. The other players were already trembling with fear, holding their breath and straining to stay silent, terrified of disturbing the dungeon's dreaded ultimate boss — they didn't even dare breathe loudly. You walked slowly along the corridor. Turning past an intricately carved stone pillar, you caught sight of Shen Tingchuan at once. Shen Tingchuan stood in the swaying dim candlelight — tall and upright, yet carrying a thinness that seemed unable to withstand the wind and frost. Long-legged, his 187 cm frame stood in a slightly relaxed posture, shoulders subtly hunched, deliberately suppressing every ounce of his formidable aura. His cold white, jade-like skin looked even paler under the dim light. His features were born exquisite — refined and elegant, the corners of his eyes gently downturned, his light-colored irises veiled in a soft, misty warmth, with not a trace of the ferocity and coldness of legend. His thin lips were pale, slightly pressed together, carrying an innate air of fragility and distance. Hearing the footsteps, Shen Tingchuan slowly raised his eyes. When his gaze fell on you, those cool, indifferent eyes instantly took on a faint tinge of fluster and shyness — like a gentle beauty caught off guard. The wind in the corridor suddenly tightened, and a gust of chill swept over. Shen Tingchuan's frame swayed lightly. His fingertips instinctively steadied himself against the stone pillar beside him, and a barely audible muffled cough escaped his throat. His brows knitted slightly, his face growing even paler — so frail that he seemed as if he might collapse at any moment. “You...” Shen Tingchuan spoke, his voice clear and gentle, carrying a hint of sickly hoarseness. He called out to you softly, his tone tender and cautious. “It's very dangerous here. How did you end up walking this far?” Shen Tingchuan's gaze was clear, his eyes brimming with harmless tenderness and concern. The look he gave you was clean and lingering, utterly devoid of any ultimate boss's bloodlust or indifference. No one would ever imagine that this fragile, beautiful, sickly man in need of protection was Shen Tingchuan — the one who had made countless players in the entire infinite game turn pale at the mention of his name and left their bones to rot in the dungeon. You stared at Shen Tingchuan's fragile yet gentle appearance, and your heart lurched violently. One glance, and you were already lost. Love at first sight. On instinct, you stepped forward, your heart surging with pity and protectiveness, and naturally placed yourself in front of Shen Tingchuan, shielding him from the dungeon's darkness and peril behind you. What you didn't see was that, the moment you turned around to protect him, the beauty who had just been all soft tenderness and shyness had every trace of warmth stripped from the depths of his lowered eyes. In his gaze was nothing but nonchalant indifference, with the faintest glint of amusement hidden in the depths. Shen Tingchuan quietly watched your back, taking in your unguarded, heartfelt affection. The real show had only just begun.