Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity

But as the saying goes, in the past traveling was slow, and some scandals simply couldn't spread. During the era of archery, there were plenty of tough nuts to crack, bursting onto the scene with a bang.

The greatest trait of mankind is the indomitable spirit in the face of time, the living always find a way.

The hardest step now, on the contrary, is accepting the problem. He actually had no clue what to do, not wanting to give up nor hurt anyone.

There is no perfect solution in this world; if you want to embrace it, then don't stand unwavering. His goal was to have it both ways, not wanting to hurt Pei Muchan or Lin Wanzhou, so letting his reputation rot seemed like the best solution.

Without giving up some things, one cannot accomplish anything.

Even so, he needed enough confidence. Without his own business empire and cinematic dominion, fussing over these men and women affairs would only make him seem like a clown.

As he was lost in thought, he didn't know how much time had passed when the bathroom door suddenly opened.

Pei Muchan pushed the door and walked out, wearing a bathrobe. A stretch of her snow-white leg exposed to the air caught Xu Qingyan's eye, and he found it hard to look away.

In an instant, he regained his composure and coughed awkwardly.

"Finished washing?"

"Yeah, your turn," said Pei Muchan, sounding a bit unsatisfied but not voicing her discontent, "Your pajamas are in the guest room wardrobe, and there's also under…."

"Oh, okay," Xu Qingyan didn't think too much of it, feeling certain that tonight was not going to work out, so he grabbed his clothes and went straight to take a shower.

He failed to notice that Pei Muchan had returned to the master bedroom but only left the door ajar without fully closing it.

In the bathroom, Xu Qingyan freshened up thoroughly, the warmth of the hot water gradually overcoming his fatigue. As he washed, he suddenly felt sleepy.

In the master bedroom, Pei Muchan, who had been anxiously clutching the air conditioning blanket in wait, slowly became drowsy, yawned, and unknowingly drifted off to sleep.

Click, Xu Qingyan came out of the bathroom, and the time had reached the wee hours of around four in the morning.

He had just come out of the bathroom, toweling his damp hair when he glanced at the master bedroom door left open. Driven by curiosity, he approached, thinking she must have something to say or was waiting for him.

Peeping through the large gap of the door, Xu Qingyan's mouth twitched.

Pei Muchan was already asleep, lying flat, not looking particularly imposing. Only Xu Qingyan knew, from that momentary glimpse while weighing earlier, her hidden allure.

In some respects, Pei Muchan indeed bore exquisite fruit on delicate branches.

After tonight, there would likely be many more chances to weigh. Just like kissing, you grow more familiar with each attempt; once is novel, twice is familiar, thrice… she had already started taking the initiative.

After weighing, it wouldn't be long before the lady's defenses would be breached.

He smiled to himself, thinking of closing the door for her when suddenly he saw her turn over. The bathrobe didn't fall off, it was tied tightly, and then he saw… the blood on the bathrobe.

Pei Muchan was woken up by the movement, groggily coming to her senses, her mind still rebooting. Opening her eyes to see Xu Qingyan, she was startled, and memories slowly flooded back.

"Ah!"

Her face instantly flushed red, realizing she wasn't ready for such a thing… that sort of thing… why did her thigh feel so warm? Could it be… Pei Muchan turned pale.

Looking down, she saw blood!

Pei Muchan was suddenly confused. Usually, her mind would be quicker on the uptake, but she had been struggling with her thoughts before sleep, feeling both anxious and dejected.

All sorts of emotions had been swirling in her mind, overwhelming her for nearly half an hour. Preoccupied with these thoughts, her first instinct was to question why she wasn't woken for such an act?

Wasn't it supposed to be painful? Why hadn't she felt anything?

It was over. She had overslept, and her virginity was gone without clarification.

Could there be a worse time than today? In the evening, taking an abrupt turn, she had drunkenly babbled nonsensically, and upon waking spewed yet more confusion.

She had gotten red wine on herself, taken a bath without waiting for a confession, and then, in a befuddled state, given away her first time! More unfortunate still, she had fallen asleep!

She was completely oblivious to the process because she had been asleep! She did not even retain the pain, only a trace of blood, and everything was over without waking her?

Seeing her dumbfounded, Xu Qingyan had no idea what was running through her mind and simply scooped her up.

"Is this your first period, why are you spacing out?"

"Ah, peri... period?" Pei Muchan suddenly snapped back to reality, but her body was already being lifted, and she exclaimed in surprise, "I got my period?"

She was confused for a moment, but still could feel it; it did seem like her period had come. If it were something else, it wouldn't be bleeding non-stop like this.

"Yeah, keep daydreaming, and you'll have to wash this bed," Xu Qingyan said as he effortlessly carried her to the bathroom. After setting her down, he closed the door behind him.

"Where are your sanitary pads? I'll get them for you."

"Okay..." Pei Muchan steadied herself against the wall to calm down. Her face was still burning with embarrassment; she couldn't believe she had just thought… "In the first drawer on the right under the wardrobe in the master bedroom, and could you also grab my..."

Her last few words were almost inaudible. Xu Qingyan didn't hear her clearly and didn't want to delay. So, he knocked on the door and asked from outside.

"Get what?"

"Under… underwear."

Rustle.

Xu Qingyan opened the first large drawer on the right side of the wardrobe, looking at a variety of day-use, night-use sanitary pads, and the tiny magic tape, pink period panties.

There was a complete range of all sorts; almost all were brand new. Pei Muchan didn't live here; she likely just stocked them casually. The problem was he forgot which type to grab.

Going back to ask seemed too troublesome. After a bit of thought, he chose the safe bet — the period panties. These couldn't go wrong; if they didn't fit, she would change them herself when she went back.

The other was underwear, plain and simple.

Opening the second drawer, there were purple, black, pink, blue — all simple designs that didn't seem to be worn often, just for everyday use.

He took two items and knocked on the bathroom door.

"Check these out. Will these do?"

Click, the bathroom door opened a crack, and a snow-white arm reached out. After she took the items, she said a weak "Thank you."

"No problem. You go ahead and... um, get busy."

Hearing this, Pei Muchan's face inside the bathroom turned even redder, thinking that today was just horribly unlucky. She didn't keep track of her cycle; it should have been these days.

Maybe it was because of the red wine that it came early, unfortunately.

Getting her period so suddenly was incredibly embarrassing. It didn't help that she had been contemplating all sorts of messy things, which might have also been due to hormonal reasons.

Pei Muchan's mind was in turmoil as she fumbled around handling the situation. When everything was over, and she was about to put on clothes, she realized she didn't have any — the bathrobe was already dirty.

Thus, she had no choice but to knock on the door.

"Xu... are you still there?"

"Hmm, what's up?" He was playing with his phone by the sofa, but hearing her, he ran back, "Do you want me to get something?"

Pei Muchan's voice came through, "Um, could you get me a set of clothes?"

About five or six minutes later, Pei Muchan emerged from the bathroom, fully dressed. She kept her head down, not daring to look at him, her face beet red.

"Don't look at me."

"It's okay, it's not something shameful," he reassured her with a smile.

"Stop it," Pei Muchan felt even more embarrassed. She didn't want to talk any more than necessary. Hastily saying goodnight, she buried herself in her room like an ostrich.

Xu Qingyan couldn't help but laugh. After all the commotion, it was nearly dawn; there was no "good night" to be had.

The next day, at twelve o'clock.

Both woke up one after another and opened their bedroom doors almost at the same time. Pei Muchan glanced at him, her face flushed for a moment, muttered "Good morning," and swiftly walked to the bathroom with her head down.

Xu Qingyan wasn't in a hurry and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

On his phone, Wei Wufeng had sent a voice message. Opening it, he heard his slightly excited voice.

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That's an advantage but also a drawback, as no game company had contacted him yet to buy the rights. If things didn't work out, Immortal Sword would have to wait.

Profits of thirty or forty million, including tax deductions and additional paid-in capital registration. After the company's expenses, there would just be enough money left for a low-budget series.