"Ahh! So good!"
Warm sunlight spilled into the bedroom through the gaps in the curtains. Li Bin stretched lazily and climbed out of bed, feeling refreshed.
He glanced at the bedside clock—already past 10 a.m.
Last night's wild release under Wen Wan's active lead left him waking up energized and satisfied.
On the nightstand sat a loving breakfast Wen Wan had prepped.
Today, she'd made sushi. Too lazy to brush his teeth, Li Bin grabbed a piece, popped it in his mouth, and chewed happily. It tasted delicious—just like his wife last night, reigniting his passion and freshness.
Since getting the system, everything really was heading in a great direction.
Life had gone from cloudy to sunny, suddenly bursting with light and anticipation. Every day felt so damn thrilling!
Munching on Wen Wan's breakfast, Li Bin checked his phone.
Qiao Shanshan: Morning! Qiao Shanshan: What're you up to? Qiao Shanshan: Why're you ignoring me?
Three unread messages, all from Qiao Shanshan, sent around 8 a.m.
Shit, it's past 10 now—he hadn't replied in time. Qiao Shanshan's gotta be pissed!
Seeing the time, Li Bin got a bit anxious. Back in his hookup days on WeChat, he'd strike while the iron was hot—chat hard at night, suggest meeting up, grab a late-night bite, then either car sex or straight to a hotel.
But now, married, sneaking out at night wasn't an option. So he could only hook up during the day while Wen Wan was at work.
In his mind, he absolutely couldn't let Qiao Shanshan cool off. He had to stay on high alert, ready to reply anytime.
Li Bin: Sorry, gorgeous! Just saw this! I just woke up! You've got it wrong—I'd never ignore you!
He typed a long-ass explanation, about to send, when the system blocked it with a warning: [Tip: The host has fallen into the simp trap. Times have changed—blindly chasing women with groveling and ass-kissing only turns you into their guilt-free spare tire or ATM. Acting a bit aloof, showing your worth and dignity, makes them respect and value you more.]
[After a hot chat, a little freeze can make her feel paranoid and insecure. She might even lower her guard, start chasing you, and try to please you instead!]
[In pickup, the biggest sin is unknowingly slipping into the simp trap! Turning into a simp just leaves you with nothing!]
Reading the system's alert, Li Bin instantly clocked his mistake.
The system nailed it. Thinking back to past experiences—good guys in life getting used as spares and cash cows by trashy girls while sleazy bad boys banged endless hotties.
These chicks spent the good guys' money, soaked up their groveling and care, then turned around and threw themselves at the jerks like thirsty bitches! Li Bin used to wonder why.
But now, with the system's nudge, it hit him like a thunderbolt! He—and most simps—had been duped by TV dramas and sappy teen lit! The shows from his era usually had a "good guy" lead chasing a goddess with earth-shaking love and devotion.
At first, the goddess wouldn't give him the time of day, but eventually, she'd be "moved" by his groveling, and they'd end up happily together.
Some shows went crazier—showing the guy simping so hard he'd die for her, give up everything, only for her to cheat with a sleazeball while dating him, sometimes more than once.
When the guy caught her, he wouldn't even call her out—just cry and beg her not to leave, saying he'd pretend it never happened! Then she'd dump him cold for the jerk.
Later, when the jerk got bored and trashed her body, she'd crawl back to the good guy—and the ending? They'd "happily" reunite! Thinking about it now, that shit's so fucking twisted! TV's flooded with this three-view-wrecking, melodramatic garbage—Guo Jingming's masochistic drivel even became bestsellers. No wonder his generation was crawling with simp dudes, turning women into entitled, arrogant trash! Even hookers were jacking up prices now.
From 50 a pop to a hard 1,000! Flipping it around, Li Bin realized men were the same—what you can't have is the best. The easier a chick is, the less guys care.
But the trashy girls? They're the ones most dudes fall hard for, loving them to death! It's pure fucking human nature! Those happy endings on TV? Total bullshit fantasies from hack writers and emo lit clowns—anti-humanity crap! Simps lick till they've got nothing left!