Lin Zhi had become a miniaturized doll version of himself, his soul inexplicably shrinking to fit perfectly inside. Only when Song Mian squishily stuffed him into his pocket did Lin Zhi fully realize that he was now just a ball of cotton.
Considerate as always, Song Mian left his head poking out. Through the doll’s eyes, Lin Zhi saw the world from a tiny person’s perspective for the first time, feeling rather timid.
“Sigh, System, now even an ant could squash me flat.” Though his soul was trapped in the doll, Lin Zhi could still speak—but only the system could hear him.
The ghostly form slipped away quickly as Song Mian opened the door.
[Host, it won’t happen!] the Romance Survival System offered its mechanical consolation.
“System, does my family know I died?” the tiny Lin Zhi asked worriedly.
[News of your death has been completely sealed off, so no need to worry about that for now! Also, the guy who hit you was a mental patient who’s just been locked up. Host, don’t be mad—misfortune struck him for crossing your death tribulation!]
Lin Zhi sighed dejectedly.
As soon as Song Mian stepped out, he saw Song Jiancheng blocking the doorway, flanked by several security guards in uniforms. Glancing downstairs, he spotted Old Master Song and Song Feng there too.
Song Mian felt irritated. Might as well all die together.
Song Jiancheng sneered sarcastically, “Soul Summoning? First time I’ve heard you have that trick. Send the corpse back now!”
Song Mian’s expression darkened, a sharper chill radiating from him as his tone turned icy: “It’s not a corpse.”
“The person’s dead!” Song Jiancheng glanced downstairs where Old Master Song gave a slight nod. With a wave of his hand, the guards moved to barge into Song Mian’s bedroom and take Lin Zhi’s body.
“Hey, what are you doing? My soul’s still here!” Lin Zhi yelled.
No one paid the soul’s protests any mind.
Song Mian stood in the doorway, his eyelids twitching as a murderous glint shot from his eyes. The guards hesitated, faltering. Then Sun Butler hurried over from the hall with a few men, bowing respectfully before Song Mian. “Young Master.”
The guards stepped back.
Old Master Song thumped his cane heavily on the floor, producing a resounding thud. “Song Mian! Are you trying to bring shame to the Song family?”
Lin Zhi hardly dared to breathe, though he felt a bit relieved to be just a little doll.
Song Mian scoffed, glancing downstairs before replying leisurely, “When Song Jiancheng was my mom’s lapdog, why didn’t you say he shamed the Song family?”
Before Old Master Song could speak, Song Jiancheng charged forward like a madman, only to be blocked by Sun Butler. Bloodshot-eyed, he glared at Song Mian. “Shut your mouth!”
Song Mian turned to him unhurriedly, lips curling as he closed in. “Back then, after you cheated and my mom locked you up, the Song Corporation’s president vanished for half a year, caught on video being humiliated—did you really think Grandpa didn’t know?”
Old Master Song cut in: “Enough! Sun Butler, take them all out.”
The guards retreated hastily, and Sun Butler led his men away.
Song Jiancheng panted heavily, veins bulging on his neck.
Ignoring him, Song Mian strolled to the railing, hands resting on it as he looked down imperiously. “I was never interested in the Song family before, but now I am. I’m done playacting with you. I like men—who’d I inherit that from? If you want to groom a new heir, see if he’s got what it takes.”
Old Master Song looked as if his tail had been stepped on, his face turning ashen. Suddenly, he spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed.
Chaos erupted throughout the Song residence in an instant.
Song Mian’s gaze shifted to Song Feng, who unusually kept his head down, not daring to provoke him—his brother was even crazier now.
Song Mian withdrew his gaze indifferently.
Back in the bedroom, Song Mian reverted to his usual aloof demeanor. He gently took the little doll from his pocket and propped it against the bed, then squatted down and poked its cheek. “Zhizhi.”
The cotton doll’s face dented under the poke.
Lin Zhi was still reeling from Song Mian’s one-against-two showdown. Suddenly hearing his nickname snapped him out of it. “Huh? Calling me? Song Mian, you’re calling me Zhizhi?”
“Zhizhi, did the summoning work? Are you here?”
Through the doll’s eyes, Lin Zhi saw Song Mian’s sorrow and shouted back loudly, “It worked! I’m here!”
But Song Mian couldn’t hear.
Song Mian straightened Lin Zhi’s messy hair, smoothed his hoodie, and tied the loose shoelaces into a pretty bow. Once the doll looked neat again, he placed it by the headboard.
That night, Lin Zhi’s body was transferred for safekeeping. The doll got a whole pillow to itself and slept soundly.
Over the next two days, Song Mian seized control of Song Corporation shares, turning the Song family upside down overnight.
During the day, Lin Zhi usually stayed in Song Mian’s pocket. Occasionally, Song Mian would take him out and gaze at him silently. Through the doll’s eyes, it felt like their souls were locking eyes directly. Lin Zhi grew oddly nervous.
After a while, he’d tuck him back in.
Meanwhile, the Romance Survival System buzzed anxiously around Lin Zhi. [I’m gonna get chewed out by the boss!]
Lin Zhi eyed the intruder’s orange outfit hungrily. “I kinda want a carrot.”
Romance Survival System: [What do we do? The male lead even takes you into the bath— this system can’t use time reversal at all.]
Lin Zhi licked his lips. “Best if it’s imported.”
System: [Sigh]
Lin Zhi: “Sigh..”
At night, when Song Mian showered, he’d set Lin Zhi on the bathroom counter. The system urged him: [Try moving! The male lead didn’t seal you with a talisman—why can’t you budge?]
Lin Zhi: “I tried. This body’s too light and the legs too long; I can’t move.”
Romance Survival System: [What’d you even try? You sleep all day and only wake up craving your carrots!]
Lin Zhi looked innocent.
He tried again with all his might, his floppy rabbit ears suddenly perking up.
Romance Survival System: [Host, why’re you always controlling those rabbit ears? Stand! Walk!]
Lin Zhi strained until his soul felt like sweating, and this time the doll actually stood—though its legs wobbled.
Romance Survival System: [Host! Get out, quick!]
The next second, Lin Zhi flopped down flat on his back, gasping. “No way, no way! System, reality check.”
[Good-for-nothing Zhizhi!]
Lin Zhi ignored it. “The bathroom door’s closed. Even if I could reach it, how would I open it?”
The system fell silent, retreating into self-pity.
Song Mian emerged from the shower, towel-drying his hair. His pupils shrank at the doll on the counter, his body tensing. He set the towel aside, approached, and shakily lifted the doll with both hands, cradling it in his palm, index finger supporting its back.
Lin Zhi wheezed tiredly. “Only now you think to hold me up? You carry me everywhere all day but never feed me.”
Song Mian brushed Lin Zhi’s hair; the inner layer was damp, the white cheeks faintly flushed.
Song Mian’s eyes flickered. His fingertip lightly grazed the doll’s cool cheek. Lin Zhi shuddered as if his soul had been touched. “Sigh, don’t touch me.”
The doll’s faint, almost imperceptible tremble made Song Mian’s breathing grow heavy. He withdrew his hand, then reverently kissed the doll’s cheek like a treasure.
“Sigh! Sneak attack with those big lips!”
Song Mian’s gaze was devout, but his words blunt: “So stupid—couldn’t even dodge a car?”
Lin Zhi put on a profound tone: “Brother Song Mian, some death traps can’t be flipped.”
“What use are flowers from you? Gonna buy me a cactus later?”
Lin Zhi declared righteously: “Why not?”
Song Mian caressed the doll’s lips, voice gentle but crude: “If I’d known it’d be like this, I should’ve fucked you to death, screwed you senseless so you couldn’t even get out of bed.”
Lin Zhi froze stiff.
Song Mian clutched the bundle of Lin Zhi tightly to his chest, voice choking slightly. “Zhizhi, I’m sorry.”
Lin Zhi fell quiet, even tempted to comfort him.
Back in the room, Lin Zhi’s clothes were stripped off, leaving just tiny underwear. The doll was exquisitely made, but why was Song Mian undressing him?
Song Mian placed him on the pillow and pressed his cheek.
Lin Zhi: ?
Song Mian chuckled lowly. “Zhizhi, not as squishy as your real face.”
Lin Zhi got mad!
Song Mian wasn’t done; he poked the arms, the chest…
Lin Zhi was incredulous!
Where are you poking?! No sensation, but—but that’s my body!
Stop!
As if hearing him, Song Mian stopped.
“Zhizhi, I like you so much. You too, right? Finally stopped denying it, promised seven times, but then you were gone. Regret it?”
Song Mian stared through the doll straight into Lin Zhi’s soul, earnestly. “Zhizhi, I’ll fulfill your last wish.”
Lin Zhi sensed something off. Fulfill how? He’d deliberately ignored one detail these days: when did Song Mian custom-order this doll?
Still wary, Lin Zhi was scooped into Song Mian’s arm, hearing his heavy, low breaths.
Lin Zhi’s soul widened its eyes. “Wh-what are you sneaking doing?”
Blind spot in the doll’s view—Lin Zhi could only listen. After a while, he was suddenly pulled down into the dim covers, where a massive (to the doll) mighty object appeared. Lin Zhi’s soul went rigid in shock, then got slathered head to toe in semen.
Lin Zhi: “…….”
He was dazed.
The tiny doll was now soaked like dipped in it; Song Mian even smeared some on its mouth. “Zhizhi, this is the only way I can satisfy you now. You’re so lewd like this.”
Lin Zhi panicked hard.
Fuck!
This is the ‘satisfy’ he meant?!
“Sys-System? The male lead’s lost it!”
The system dodged.
Lin Zhi trembled. “Song Mian, I don’t want this! That was a mission! Smear me all over and we’ll call it even, but was that last bit something you should say?”
Song Mian’s eyes burned with unmasked obsession, piercing through doll and soul alike. “Looks so good. Zhizhi, if the summoning worked and your soul’s tainted with my scent now, I can find you forever.”
Lin Zhi nearly fainted from fear.
The doll’s waterproof skin was gently wiped with wet tissues, cleaning off the mess. But some got in the realistic hair and fuzzy rabbit ears.
Song Mian washed his ears and hair.
Lin Zhi’s soul curled into a tiny ball. Clean now? I’m tainted! My soul reeks!
When I revive, no cactus for him—not even that!
That night, Lin Zhi lost his solo super pillow and was forced to sleep in Song Mian’s arms.
So stuffy!
On Monday, Song Mian skipped school.
Lin Zhi, still dazed from last night, self-abandonedly slept hugged in Song Mian’s arms. When awake, he clearly felt odd stares around them.
Perverted Song Mian! Bullying even a doll!
Song Mian, who hadn’t eaten much in days, went to a trendy restaurant and ordered an exquisitely plated radish dish.
The chef carved white radish into a bunny, with carrot beside it.
Lin Zhi’s soul eyes bulged.
Song Mian set him in the plate to sit, hand propping lightly. Lin Zhi smelled a faint fresh aroma, instinctively leaning in a bit. Song Mian’s lips quirked almost imperceptibly.
Song Mian snapped a few photos.
“Delete them!” Lin Zhi griped at the click.
After, Song Mian gently grasped the doll, pressing its nose to the carrot. He murmured lowly, “You can’t eat it—smell it?”
So fragrant.
What a bro—knows me so well!
Lin Zhi sniffed contentedly for a while.
Song Mian chuckled lightly. Just then, two young women approached in surprise. “Handsome, whose celebrity is this doll? So exquisite, pretty, and lifelike! Can we take a photo?”
“Radish King handsome doll! Song Mian won’t answer you, and I wanna but can’t!” Lin Zhi lamented.
Song Mian said, “Mm, sure.”
He had Lin Zhi sit in the palm of his hand when he suddenly added, “A custom-made version of my wife.”
One girl blinked in confusion. “Your wife is a guy?”
Another girl shot back, “So what if he’s a guy? Handsome, your wife is gorgeous!”
Song Mian replied candidly, “Thanks.”
Whoa!
He heard it with all four of his ears!
They had clearly agreed he’d be his boyfriend, but now that he was dead, they were calling him a wife! Lin Zhi fumed. He was bullying a weak little doll!
That evening, the furious Lin Zhi made another bizarre discovery—he was sharing sensations with this doll! Before, when Song Mian touched him, Lin Zhi had only felt a psychological shiver in his soul. But now, as Song Mian’s fingers caressed his face, slid down his neck, and planted a kiss, Lin Zhi clearly felt the warmth of the touch on his own body!
Was it because he’d been in the doll’s body for too long?
“Zhizhi, once you’re gone, I’ll join you in death. You were my rabbit from the start—you belonged to me. If my rabbit dies, how could I, its owner, live on alone? We’ll never be apart. We’ll be together forever, okay?”
Song Mian was going crazy at his doll again! But through the doll’s eyes, Lin Zhi saw the obsession in Song Mian’s gaze, along with a flash of despair.
Lin Zhi sensed that Song Mian really meant it.
Panicked and scared, Lin Zhi thought, No way, I can still live! If you die, there’s no system to block the pain—it’ll hurt like hell. And I’m straight! If you keep this up, once I’m alive again, I’ll cut ties with you completely.
Lin Zhi’s rabbit ears twitched unconsciously, but the Romance Survival System had tactfully gone silent at that moment, so Lin Zhi didn’t realize his ears had moved.
Song Mian’s eyes darkened, his breathing growing heavy.
Lin Zhi’s eyes widened.
Damn it!
W-Wait!
This time, it got on his clothes, and the exposed skin even felt the chill. Song Mian murmured, “This is the second time.”
Lin Zhi felt utterly hopeless. If he’d known he’d die like this, he never would’ve asked Song Mian about it! This wasn’t his dying wish at all.
Lin Zhi’s clothes were stripped off, leaving his bare bottom on the bathroom counter in front of the mirror. Song Mian lowered his gaze and carefully washed the clothes for him. Song Mian froze for a moment, then casually added more detergent.
Lin Zhi saw it—he had scrubbed a hole right through his hoodie!
That night, Lin Zhi didn’t even have clothes to wear. He slept completely naked in Song Mian’s arms.
“Sigh.“
He couldn’t stay like this any longer. If he did, his soul would be drowned in kisses. Finally motivated, Lin Zhi started trying to control the body while Song Mian dozed off, having the Romance Survival System keep watch. If Song Mian showed any sign of waking, it was to alert Lin Zhi. In just one day, Lin Zhi could already take several light, floating steps.
The system didn’t understand why it had to keep watch. It wasn’t like they couldn’t let the Male Lead know the soul summoning had succeeded—it wouldn’t affect anything.
Lin Zhi’s mood was heavy. “It’s about saving face for both of us.”
That evening, while Song Mian showered, Lin Zhi suddenly stood up on the bathroom counter. He took a step onto the surface in front of the mirror.
Lin Zhi gazed at his reflection: the hoodie with a hole, the bell-bottom pants with a hole, and somewhat dirty shoes. His soul felt profoundly sad.
He still remembered the first time he saw this doll—how exquisitely handsome it had been. And now? It was wrinkled and tattered, like a rag doll. Even his once pristine white face had turned a bit grimy, Lin Zhi noticed with sharp eyes.
This was his body too!
Lin Zhi stiffly raised a hand, trying to wipe his face clean. But after just a moment, he heard the water stop. Lin Zhi hurriedly returned to his original spot and sat down.
Romance Survival System: [It looks a bit crooked.]
Lin Zhi replied lazily, “Moving is too tiring. Song Mian won’t notice.”
The Romance Survival System didn’t think so. The Male Lead was very perceptive—it even suspected he already knew.
When Song Mian emerged, his brows furrowed slightly. He picked Lin Zhi up again and poked his face, noticing something off. “Why is your face so dirty? Been mining coal?”
“Hmph. You played with me too much!”
Romance Survival System dutifully reported: [Host, don’t slander the Male Lead! You fell and got it dirty yourself.]
Song Mian carefully washed Lin Zhi’s face. Once it was clean, he held Lin Zhi up to the mirror. “See? All clean now?”
Lin Zhi said, “Mm! But now my face is wrinkled too!”
Song Mian kissed Lin Zhi again. “The new clothes aren’t ready yet, baby. Bear with it for now.”
B-Baby?
Lin Zhi was horrified. Who are you calling that??
“Baby, you smell so good.”
Lin Zhi: !!!
He was really calling him* that?!
