Xie Heng was clearly stunned for a moment when he heard her demand.
His gaze subconsciously fell on the hand she held out to him.
The hand before him was beautiful, with slender fingers. Her palm and fingertips were red from hitting so many volleyballs.
The five-finger mark on her wrist was also clear—the mark from where he had gripped her so forcefully.
’It must really hurt.’
’He really did feel a pang of sympathy.’
Xie Heng’s expression softened. He gently took her wrist, careful not to squeeze, and said, "I’m sorry."
"Sister You, does your hand hurt?" Yang Qi rushed over. "Let me blow on it for you! I promise to be super gentle!"
Jiang You pushed him away with her other hand. "Get lost."
She stared straight at Xie Heng. "I want *him* to do it."
Xie Heng glanced down at her. She met his gaze with an arrogant look of her own.
’This was exactly the type of girl he disliked the most.’
And yet, as he held her hand, his own palm grew damp with sweat. He wasn’t sure if it was from the heat of playing basketball or for some other reason.
Xie Heng lowered his gaze. Still holding Jiang You’s wrist, he slowly bent down and leaned in. His lips parted, and he blew gently on her hand a few times. The tips of his ears slowly turned a faint shade of red. "Does it still hurt?"
Xu Wen and the others who had followed him over stared with wide eyes.
’This wasn’t like their captain at all.’
’She hadn’t expected him to actually do it. Where was the satisfaction in getting revenge if he just complied?’
She pulled her hand back.
Xie Heng looked at her, slowly lowering his own hand. His fingertips felt scorching hot as he curled them into his palm.
He had just been playing sports, so he was radiating heat and his forehead was beaded with sweat. The blush on his ears wasn’t very noticeable; anyone watching would just assume it was from the exertion.
"My ankle hurts a little too. Why don’t you blow on that for me?" Jiang You raised an eyebrow.
The tips of Xie Heng’s ears felt even hotter. He clenched his fists, which also felt feverish. He stared at her, his voice deepening. "Jiang You, don’t push your luck."
Seeing him finally get angry, Jiang You felt a sense of satisfaction.
"Oh? In that case, get lost. I’m leaving. I don’t have time for you." Jiang You turned and walked away without another glance.
Xie Heng’s lips parted as if to say something, but as he watched her walk away, he remained silent. His expression was taut, his lips pressed into a thin, hard line.
’This woman...’
"Sister You, your ankle hurts! Come on, let’s go sit over there. I’ll blow on it for you." Yang Qi sidled up to Jiang You. As he leaned in, the thick gold chains around his neck clinked together.
He looked at her with a bright, sycophantic grin.
"Get lost. I was just trying to annoy my fiancé," Jiang You said, shoving him away.
’He really is like a big dog, always trying to nuzzle up to me the second he gets a chance.’
’Then again, his beast form actually is a canine, isn’t it?’
Jiang You: ...
Hearing that the man was Jiang You’s fiancé, Yang Qi felt a pang of displeasure, but he couldn’t say anything about it.
"Sister You, my birthday’s this weekend," Yang Qi quickly changed the subject. "I’ve already booked a private room and ordered a cake. I can’t wait to see what present you’re getting me."
His birthday was only two or three days away, so he was quick to remind her again, afraid she might forget.
’He had to remind her, just in case she forgot to get him a gift.’
"See, Sister You? I’m still wearing the watch you gave me last year." Yang Qi said with a wide grin, holding up his lean, muscular wrist.
Jiang You paused. She glanced at the black watch on his wrist and instantly made up her mind: she would get him another watch.
"Mm," Jiang You replied casually.
The smile on Yang Qi’s face seemed to widen. He scratched his head. "Sister You, where are we off to now?"
"We’re going to corner someone," Jiang You said as she walked ahead. "That guy from the sports school. Remember him?"
Yang Qi knew exactly who she meant. His expression instantly turned vicious. "Of course I do. Sister You, are we finally going to take care of that redhead?"
"That’s right," Jiang You nodded.
’The system had told her to bring people to beat him up.’
’Yesterday, he’d asked if she was chickening out, and the system immediately issued a mission to go beat him up.’
’According to the original plot, Zhou Yan and Xi Cheng were growing close because of a research project. So, Jiang You was supposed to confront the female lead’s brother, Zhou Jin, and warn him to keep his sister in line.’
"Alright, Sister You, hold on." Yang Qi pulled out his terminal, apparently about to make a call. "There aren’t enough of us. I’ll call for backup."
Jiang You had no objection.
The group arrived at the abandoned basketball court from last time.
Zhou Jin was sitting on a concrete pipe. He had messy red hair, red eyes, and a handsome face marred by a noticeable scar on his forehead. His expression was blank, which only made his handsome features look more savage.
He was casually scrolling through his terminal, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. A red snake tattoo was clearly visible on his lean, muscular arm, its head coiled over his prominent wrist bone.
A few of his lackeys were smoking nearby.
The air was thick with smoke.
"Brother Jing, that girl who challenged you to a fight... you think she’s for real? We’re not getting played, are we?" a blond guy asked, scratching his head.
"Just wait," Zhou Jin replied casually.
A second later, the same blond guy shouted excitedly, "Brother Jing, they’re here! They’re here!"
It was hard to tell if he was excited to see a beautiful girl or just pumped for a fight.
Zhou Jin instinctively looked up.
The girl was surrounded by her entourage, looking proud and beautiful, a sight that stood out from everything else.
Her long legs were pale and flawless.
’Damn. She’s unreal.’
’Every time he saw her, he thought she was so fucking gorgeous.’
’Drop-dead gorgeous.’
Zhou Jin found himself staring.
But to everyone else, his gaze just looked fierce, dark, and vicious.
Jiang You was no exception; she found his stare intensely aggressive.
She approached with a large group of people.
"Hey, Zhou! What are you staring at?" Yang Qi couldn’t resist pointing at Zhou Jin and shouting.
"I was starting to think you wouldn’t show," Zhou Jin said. He ignored Yang Qi, his eyes fixed on Jiang You. He gave a slight chuckle, but with his sharp, fierce brow, the smile did nothing to soften the prickly sharpness of his aura.
"Don’t waste your breath on him," Jiang You said, also ignoring Zhou Jin. "Take the guys and beat him up."
Zhou Jin was pissed that Jiang You had ignored him.
Yang Qi turned to Jiang You. "Sister You, you just find a safe spot and watch."
Jiang You gave a casual grunt of assent and led her three followers away from the impending battlefield.
Now Zhou Jin was even more pissed. For no particular reason, just super pissed.
So when Yang Qi charged at him with his men, he threw his punches with exceptional force.
Zhou Jin didn’t bother with anyone else; he grabbed Yang Qi and started wailing on him, aiming exclusively for his face.
"Fuck! You’re just jealous I’m better-looking than you!" Yang Qi’s eyes flashed with fury as he slammed his fists into Zhou Jin’s face in return.
The guys Zhou Jin had brought and the guys Yang Qi had brought clashed in a chaotic brawl.
Total chaos.
[Mission Complete.]