735: Dr. Feng's Ideal Type

Dr. Feng's Ideal Type

Upon hearing Dr. Feng's enthusiastic request, Lu Yizhou could not help but recall everything he had gone through inside the simulator. Come to think of it, he had been a century-years-old vampire, a God and even a zombie. Especially when he became a zombie, from the tip of his hair to the sole of his feet, his lover was practically the most alluring and delectable food for him.  1

Err… when he put it like this, the relationship between a human and a system seemed quite good? At least they did not have to worry about eating or being eaten, just like how Lu Yizhou feared that he would accidentally gobble his lover up in the literal sense…

"En," he gave a slight nod. "I think there's no problem at all."

Dr. Feng: "..." What the – why are they so unreliable?! Was it only him who had common sense here?!

Utterly defeated, Dr. Feng grabbed his glass and poured the beer down his throat, using liquor to wash his sorrow and despair away. Alas, the more he drank, the more depressed he felt. He could not force himself to be broad-minded like Xiao and Lu Yizhou, but letting his problem with Luan ferment for a long time was not an option either. 

As a senior researcher, once he encountered a problem, his first reaction was to analyze where he had gone wrong and tried to fix it. 

But in his case, what was the crux of the problem, he wondered?

Was it only because Luan was not a human…?

Dr. Feng's heart trembled when he suddenly recalled what Luan had said that day — "If… If I had been a human from the start… would anything have changed? Would you have considered me even for a bit?!" 

With his mind blurred by alcohol, he started to imagine what it would be like if Luan had been a human. Let's see… he was tall, had an attractive face and proportional body. And oh, his eyes were very beautiful as well – they were slightly narrow, sharp and framed by thick soft lashes. 

When he looked down at someone, it would make him look a bit cold and emotionless. But if you looked closer, you would find that his dark pupils were akin to a dark whirlpool, deep and bottomless, and you would find yourself drowning in them the longer you looked. 

Moreover, his personality… was not bad at all.

As a certified workaholic, Dr. Feng had been too busy building his career to think of his ideal type. But now that he had the time to carefully ponder on it, he found that Luan's personality suited him quite fine. Due to his highly stressed and demanding job, he would prefer a more mature, quiet and considerate partner. They also had to be able to keep up with him in terms of intelligence – at least he did not want someone who could only gape foolishly when he talked about his future projects and aspirations. It would be even better if they had a deep, soothing and comforting voice that could take all of his stress away. 

Wait, it seemed like… Luan fit all those criteria?

Dr. Feng's hands shook badly when the thought crossed his mind, he almost flung his glass away. Xiao was shocked and hastily grabbed the empty glass that almost fell off the table. "What's wrong with you? Have you drunk too much?!"

"Yes, it looks like it…" He massaged his aching temple. Otherwise why would he start to think that Luan was very good?!

Their drinking session promptly ended just like that and Dr. Feng requested to be dropped off in the research institute. Xiao did not think that anything was wrong with it. After all, this man had always come to work despite being sick with high fever. That was just how dedicated he was to his projects. 

Dr. Feng waved Xiao and Lu Yizhou goodbye before he turned to enter the institute. The moon was hanging high on the sky, giving enough light to illuminate the dark and desolate lobby. This place was more familiar to him than his own home and thus, he could navigate through the lobby just fine even with his eyes closed.

Staggering, he stumbled his way toward the elevator. But before he could press the button, the door had opened by itself and warm yellow light poured out, making him squeeze his eyes shut and groan faintly. His head was throbbing in so much pain that he failed to notice how the mechanical voice paused for a second before it diligently expressed its usual greeting.

[Current time 11.23 pm. Welcome back, Admin God, to the research institute. Are you heading to your office?]

"Yeah…" he squeezed the answer through his parched throat, dragged his feet in and leaned bonelessly against the cold metal cubicle. Ugh… he regretted chugging down all those drinks! Now his head hurt so much it was as if someone was pounding it again and again with a hammer. He could not resist pressing his burning forehead against the wall and sighed in relief at the comfort it brought.

The elevator smoothly ascended and stopped at the floor of his office. However, Dr. Feng did not seem to notice it because he almost dozed off while standing. The system was forced to speak once again, this time its tone was not as emotionless as before.

[...Admin God, you have arrived on your floor. Please be careful with your steps.]

"Hmm… I have arrived?" He cracked his eyes open and saw a familiar layout through his hazy vision. Then he beamed and patted the elevator wall as if praising the system. "Oh, you're right! Look at how silly I am…" 

Humming a random tone, he swayed out of the elevator whilst holding onto the wall for support. It was very rare for his head to feel this empty. Not only that, his steps were floating as if he was drifting in a wonderful dreamland and he could no longer remember what he was feeling depressed about.

Like a blind groping around in the dark, Dr. Feng slowly made his way to his office, knocking a few things here and there. When he knocked onto the nth tall flower vase and reached out in time to stabilize it, he raised his head and saw an obscure silhouette of a man standing at the end of the hallway. The light from the street lamp spilled in through the window, but the man was standing right where the shadows were as if he had no intention of ever stepping into the light.

And even though Dr. Feng could not see his face, he could tell that the man was looking at him right now.

"Hey!" He waved his hand and beckoned for him to come closer. He slurred on his words. "Come here… and help me adjust the vase! I don't want… to see it topple down tomorrow…" his words trailed off in a murmur as he proceeded to find his way to his office with much difficulty. He did not even care that the man did not respond to him.

After closing the door behind him, Dr. Feng heaved a sigh of relief and leaned against the door for a few seconds as he pressed on his temple. "Oh God… this damn headache is killing me… I won't drink again! Ever!" He vowed with a pained groan. 

The familiar environment seemed to make his tense nerves relax because he felt a sudden surge of dizziness rush to the top of his head and his vision started to double as a result. Dr. Feng screwed his eyes shut and shook his head to sober himself up but sadly, it only made him dizzier. Everything seemed to spin in front of him. He was so dizzy that he almost puked his guts out.

Sit… that's right. He had to sit down and close his eyes for a while… 

He staggered forward and grabbed onto the edge of his desk. Using it as a support, he rounded the desk, confirmed that his swivel chair still existed before he flopped his butt down on it. Alas, due to his clumsy movement, his heels inadvertently bumped against the chair and caused it to roll away. However, everything was too late because he was already half sitting down and could not stop the momentum in time…

His breath abruptly got stuck on his throat. A sense of weightlessness overcame him and just as he thought that he was going to have a terrible fall, a pair of thick and powerful arms squarely caught him from behind and he fell into a solid and hard embrace. 

A soft sigh sounded above him, followed by a deep, soothing and comforting voice tinged with a hint of helplessness. "Why did you drink so much?"

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