After dressing up as the Phoenix Man who committed suicide, I bound myself to the live broadcast system of committing suicide.
The task is to dance around in the protagonist's minefield and earn rewards to extend your life.
So I slapped him in the face (touched his face lightly), poured red wine on him (my hands shook and spilled all over myself), and kissed him forcefully to declare my sovereignty (hit his nose and made me cry).
I thought he hated me to the core, until I heard him chuckle at my live broadcast late at night:
"Baby, you look so good when you cry."
——Later, the system alarm sounded like crazy:
"Warning! The target's favorability is 99%, and the blackening value is 100%!"
"He discovered you were broadcasting live a long time ago and bought an annual membership to all channels."
