The private room was filled with a dim, ambiguous light.
The glass tabletop was lined with a row of glasses, all filled with alcohol.
Jiang You sat on the sofa, her soft, charming face completely devoid of expression.
She was still pondering with a taut expression how to make Yang Qi feel pain.
’Pinch the flesh of his waist and give it a one-hundred-and-eighty-degree twist. That’ll definitely hurt!’
’Besides, the system didn’t say I had to slap him.’
’Just making Yang Qi feel pain is enough.’
Having made up her mind, Jiang You put on an impatient look. "Why isn’t that simp Yang Qi here yet!"
Making herself look like she was in a terrible mood!
The moment the words left her mouth, the door to the private room was pushed open.
"He’s here," Yu Lin answered, startled for a second.
Yang Qi was dressed in a black and red motorcycle suit. He seemed to have rushed over, not even having had the time to take off his helmet.
He pushed the door open with one hand while unfastening his helmet with the other.
Once inside, the hand that had pushed the door came back naturally, and he used both hands to pull off the black helmet. He shook his head, his red hair a complete mess. With the movement, strands of red swept casually across his sharp brow bone a few times.
His movements were casual and unrestrained, and as he moved, the gold chain around his neck swayed along.
Yang Qi casually tossed the motorcycle helmet onto a nearby sofa and strode toward Jiang You. He grinned at her, a fawning, bootlicking look on his face. "Sister You! I’m here!"
When Lin Xue and the others saw Yang Qi approach, they made way for him.
The punching bag had arrived, so naturally, they had to give him space so Sister You could vent.
Jiang You was just about to use this as an opportunity to fly off the handle.
Yang Qi strode over, bringing a gust of wind with him, and abruptly knelt beside her legs. His knees slammed onto the cold tiles, making a solid, resonant sound.
Jiang You stared at the red-haired young man who had suddenly dropped to his knees before her. This grand gesture of kneeling startled her, and her eyelid began to twitch. She was so shocked that for a moment, she forgot what she was about to say.
’This is ridiculous. I didn’t tell him to kneel, did I? Is he a little too smooth and practiced at this?’
’Then again,’ Jiang You thought, ’the vicious female side character takes her anger out on him. So it kind of makes sense that he’s so skilled at this, right?’
"Here, Sister You. Slap me." Yang Qi’s large hand grabbed her own, which was resting casually at her side. He looked up at her slightly, a brilliant grin on his face, his red eyes indulgent and fawning. "Go on, let off some steam."
Jiang You’s eyelid twitched again.
’I didn’t want to complete the mission this way!’
"You..." Jiang You began, about to tell him to get up.
She hadn’t even finished her sentence—she’d only let out a puff of air, not even a full word.
Yu Lin, at their side, piped up, "Yeah, Sister You, slap him! Don’t you dare feel sorry for him!"
Chen Yu chimed in, "Don’t go easy on this simp."
Lin Xue agreed, "Letting Sister You vent her anger on him is a blessing for this simp!"
The expression on Jiang You’s face stiffened.
’Have I been put on the spot? If I don’t slap him, there’s no backing down now, is there?’
"That’s right. It’s my honor to help Sister You calm down." Yang Qi took her hand and pressed it against his own cheek, his smile sycophantic and brilliant. "Come on, Sister You. Slap me."
Jiang You: "..."
’There’s definitely something wrong with this guy.’
As Jiang You’s thoughts reeled and she hesitated for a moment, Yang Qi’s palm, which had been against the back of her hand, slowly slid down to encircle her pale wrist. He held it gently, his grip lingering and restrained as it pressed against her delicate skin.
He had been wearing motorcycle gloves while riding, and even after taking them off, a scorching heat lingered in his palm. Now, pressed against the inside of her wrist, that warmth seeped through her cool, pale skin.
Jiang You snapped back to reality, reached out, and pinched the flesh of his cheek. Frowning slightly, she adopted a cold and arrogant posture. "Are you telling me what to do?"
Yang Qi’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He grinned, looking both fawning and fond. "I wouldn’t dare."
Jiang You just wanted to complete the mission quickly. Her fingers, still pinching his cheek, twisted hard. Her lips moved. "Does it hurt?"
Yang Qi grimaced in pain, as Jiang You had truly used a great deal of force to twist his face.
But he still looked at Jiang You, grinning through the pain. "Doesn’t hurt. If Sister You hasn’t let off enough steam, you can twist harder. I can take it."
Jiang You was utterly bewildered. Her lips moved, but no words came out.
’What kind of things is he saying?’
’I just want to complete the mission, who cares if he can take it or not!’
For a moment, Jiang You’s face tightened, becoming rather expressionless.
"Doesn’t hurt?" Jiang You stared at him, the corner of her mouth twitching stiffly.
"Doesn’t hurt," Yang Qi said, grinning through his grimace.
So Jiang You grabbed his ear, twisting and pulling it hard. "Does it hurt now?"
Yang Qi’s pained grimace contorted even further. He hissed in pain, but still forced a grin. "It doesn’t hurt, Sister You. Are you feeling any better?"
As he spoke, he hugged her legs, his smile both sycophantic and brilliant. He looked up at her, his tone placating. "Sister You, don’t be angry anymore, okay?"
’Don’t be angry because of another man anymore.’
Yang Qi had heard from Yu Lin, so he naturally assumed Jiang You was angry because her fiancé had entered a Secret Realm with another woman.
Thinking of this, a pang of bitterness shot through his heart, but he didn’t let it show on his face.
"You really don’t feel any pain?" Jiang You’s brows furrowed tightly.
Yang Qi grinned, putting on a flippant, fawning act like he was currying favor. He sounded completely unserious. "Pain? What pain? This is a gift from Sister You. It’s a reward. It feels amazing."
Jiang You: ?
’What is this guy talking about? He has to say it hurts!’
Jiang You’s lips formed a tight line for a moment before she couldn’t hold it in anymore. She grit her teeth, yanked on Yang Qi’s ear, and commanded in a cold, hard voice, "You are to tell me that it hurts!"
Yang Qi was stunned for a second, but he quickly understood and immediately agreed with a pained grin. "Okay, I’m in pain."
He really was in pain.
After all, Jiang You was indeed pulling his ear quite forcefully.
But in the past, whenever he said it hurt, she would call him a buzzkill and forbid him from saying it.
[Mission Complete]
Jiang You froze, her expression shifting.
’Does this mean that next time, the mission will be complete as long as Yang Qi just says it hurts?’
Jiang You thought it was worth a try.
Now that the mission was complete, Jiang You couldn’t stand to stay any longer. ’This is sick,’ she thought. ’I don’t have a penchant for abusing people.’
But she needed an excuse.
"What a buzzkill!" Jiang You said arrogantly, kicking his knee lightly. "Get out of my way. I’m leaving!"
Yang Qi froze, instinctively grabbing the leg Jiang You had used to kick him. He quickly corrected himself, "Then I’m not in pain anymore."
Jiang You’s expression stiffened for a second. She quickly recovered and said coldly, "Get lost. I just think you’re a buzzkill. Don’t you understand what I’m saying?"
Yu Lin and the others instantly jumped in to back her up. "Yang Qi, you simp, are you deaf? Sister You told you to get lost, so get lost! Can’t you understand plain language?"
"Yeah, what kind of trash are you? A simp should know his place," Chen Yu added.
"Yang Qi, you damn simp, hurry up and scram!" Lin Xue was even more merciless.