Miss Assassin is heavily addicted

Chapter 62, page 19. Hahahahaha
Loris: "Cough cough cough—"

The sound of Mei coughing a second time.

He Ye looked at Lolis sitting opposite him. Her cheeks were flushed and she was rubbing her chest. Having already learned from the previous experience, He Ye immediately looked her up and down.

Then what I saw was an eyesore.

"Pfft—" He Ye spat the rice in his mouth onto the table.

Loris shrank back in annoyance: "Are you trying to get yourself killed?! Can't you be a little more hygienic?!"

"Cough cough cough... I'm sorry." He Ye choked awkwardly, "The scene over there, over there is too shocking."

“I know…” Loris said awkwardly.

So the two of them turned their heads almost simultaneously to look in the direction of Rory and Riley, only to see them drinking a toast together with an air of "I will go even if there are thousands of people against me".

The two men's wrists were intertwined, but the red wine they drank seemed like poison, making their faces turn ashen.

Oh my god, I really can't bear to look at this.

He Ye blinked several times because of the spiciness, and when he looked back, he felt a little uneasy. He remembered why things had turned out that way. Not long ago, a host suddenly appeared and said that he wanted to have some entertainment after dinner to make the couples in the room more intimate.

At the time, He Ye was still focused on eating, thinking that this was just like the way people were picked up to perform on stage at the school's gala. It seemed random but was actually all behind the scenes, so he didn't pay much attention.

But the first couple to appear shattered his expectations.

Damn, if it weren't for inside information, how could it be them?!

This club seems to offer more than just candlelight dinners; it also provides a subtle, pervasive atmosphere.

It seems the annual membership fee of 300 yuan is going to be a big factor.

"Were Rory and the other guy the ones who got the numbers drawn?" He Ye frowned, still shaken. "If being drawn means having to do *that* kind of thing, wouldn't it mean we might get caught too? —I don't care, but can you handle it?"

Loris clenched her fists: "I'll die!"

Although it's unclear whether her death refers to mental or reputational issues, it certainly wasn't physical.

If we really want to define it at the physical level, then the person who died might actually be someone else.

He Ye's heart sank.

"Then we can only pray that we don't get selected."

Loris gritted her teeth and said, "I hope so."

There are currently nearly fifty couples dining in the club. This impromptu torture session cannot be thorough; only a few people will be randomly selected and the session will be hastily concluded.

Although Sergeant Draco had caught Loris and Heno pretending to be a couple, in this case, the misunderstanding was still just that—a misunderstanding. There was no real harm to the two of them, only a loss of reputation.

But if you're chosen for a public execution and there's some intimate interaction involved, then you're definitely in big trouble!

"Haha, thank you both for your performance. This is a small gift from the club. May you have a long and happy life together."

As the ceremony of exchanging toasts came to a close, accompanied by applause from the surrounding members, the host leisurely left.

The waiter also placed an envelope on their table, saying it was a small gift, but for the two who were already feeling utterly hopeless, it was likely a second torture.

Under immense psychological pressure, Rory trembled as he opened the package, only to find 500 crowns in cash and two zoo tickets inside, but no blessing as he had imagined.

Rory: "..."

Let's go see it together with my fiancée later.

"So, who will be the next two destined couples?"

It's not over yet!

The host returned to the red box and reached inside to feel for the red ball again, his pretentious manner certainly adding to the sense of mystery.

The men and women dining on the first floor were all curious about the next number, as it was a delightful development. Members on the second floor were also leaning against the railing, enjoying the entertaining interlude.

Aside from the regular members who had come many times before, like Sergeant Draco, who would occasionally glance over while eating his steak, and then shake his head and laugh as he saw Rory and the blonde busty woman sharing a drink, his algae-like eyes full of disinterest.

His wife, however, seemed slightly hopeful: "Will we be next?"

Draco said awkwardly, "That's probably a bit embarrassing, considering we've known each other for so many years."

His wife, Melanie, grumbled, "They'll give us money, that's great."

Unfortunately, the next one wasn't either of them.

A young-looking couple was chosen, and a waiter in black quickly walked up to them, carrying a gift box tray covered with a red cloth.

It seemed as if it were deliberately arranged rather than randomly selected.

This couple's interaction segment was actually...!

Proposal!
"Will you marry me, Rona?"

"I...I do!"

Dude, this is way too much!

After the young, shy couple finished their proposal in front of everyone, the diamond ring provided by the club was placed on the woman's finger for free. The girl had tears in her eyes, and the man kissed her passionately.

At this moment, many people felt a mix of emotion and excitement.

He Ye and Loris exchanged a glance.

"Um, sir, if this really happens, could you please not beat me so badly I lose my memory?"

He Ye pursed his lips and said something that eased Lolis's panic. It seemed that this guy was very considerate of her feelings. But if such a thing really happened, it would definitely be a huge earthquake like a meteorite hitting the land!

"...This club is absolutely lawless!"

Loris, filled with shame and rage, slammed her fist on the table.

Very well, it seems she has shifted her target of hatred.

Then came another exciting moment of drawing prizes.

The emcee reached into the red box, continuing his eloquent speech to heighten the guests' anticipation. The proposal scene had been a great success, drawing curious glances from many long-time members. He continued his platitudes.

At that moment, a black-clad servant strolled closer.

He Ye's heart skipped a beat. Loris also saw the waiter walk to the table. The two of them tacitly decided to get up and go to the restroom to avoid this social death.

Fortunately, he wasn't there to issue the amnesia game.

"Hello, gentlemen. These are your masks. If you are not satisfied, you can choose other styles."

A waiter in black stood before them, placing two masks, one gold and one silver, partially obscuring the eyes, on the table. He then pulled up a red cloth from a tray in his left hand, revealing other types of masks on it.

Although He Ye didn't understand the intention behind this, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Loris nervously replied, "What do you mean?"

"Uh... literally, it's a prop used at a masquerade ball." The black-clad waiter seemed a bit confused by the question and subconsciously repeated the answer.

Seeing the two nervous 'couples' in front of him, the black-clad waiter thought for a moment and decided not to linger any longer. After all, these masks were to be distributed to all the members present, and he couldn't afford to waste too much time.

His figure gradually faded into the distance.

He Ye picked up the mask and hesitated for two seconds:

"Well, I don't know what he meant by the masquerade ball, but it's a good thing. If we're actually drawn later, you can wear a mask to make sure you're not recognized."

Loris listened with a complicated expression, and finally sighed:
"Shut up."

He Ye shut up honestly.

The atmosphere of a candlelight dinner had vanished. The two of them sat together, neither of them having any appetite for dinner. Even He Ye had lost his appetite, after all, this was a matter of life and death.

"Clang! Clang!"

The symphony orchestra on stage even played lighthearted music, and someone was banging drums and gongs. In front of them was a wide-open space, and the masquerade ball seemed to be just around the corner.

The host, dressed in a white suit, held aloft a number ball bearing the number "19," and like Cupid's messenger releasing an arrow, elegantly announced:

"Okay, couple at table 19, this is a sweet and memorable moment~ May I ask where you two first met? Was it love at first sight or did your feelings develop over time?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the black-clad waiter moved with lightning speed and approached the older couple—Sir Humphrey and Miss Mia.

He Ye and Loris's card number is "8".

They escaped death once again.

However, the two people who were drawn were the focus of their attention. Loris, who was originally uneasy about her reputation, suddenly calmed down and looked at them seriously, no longer caring about her right to reputation.

She really is a workaholic.

Unfortunately, their conversation was too far away to hear clearly, which is probably a matter of privacy. The purpose of the Sweet Club is to promote the relationship between the two, not to actually publicly execute them.

As for the answer from the older couple—

Sir Humphrey looked somewhat stiff when faced with this question, and seemed to brush it off as if there was something else going on.
Miss Mia answered earnestly that it was at the entrance of the grammar school a month ago, just as she had said in the coffee shop.

Then, regarding how feelings begin to develop…

Humphrey: "Love at first sight."

Miss Mia lowered her head shyly: "He's very good to me."

The answers were completely different, but they were in love after all. But for people who believe in the Jericho Covenant, is it too much to justify their love for Miss Mia by falling in love at first sight?
After all, there are so many beautiful girls in the world.

"I should investigate his marital status and scandals further."

Loris said in a low voice, implying that she hadn't had time to investigate these things yet, her expression serious.

After all, the State Archives Administration doesn't have these sex scandals; investigations need to be conducted through other channels, which is the method used by the intelligence department.

In short, after answering the questions, they drank a toast together with deep affection, and then sat down amidst uneven applause.

This club caters to the middle class, who are more or less well-mannered and clearly have their own opinions about this kind of romantic relationship.

Man in white suit: "So, that's it for now. It's about time..."

When the host returned to the prize box, the members at the tables understood that this was the end. They smiled lightly or sighed with regret, while some reserved women sighed silently.

He Ye and Loris also breathed a sigh of relief.

However, after a waiter in black came to his side and whispered a few words to him—

"Sir, if we delay for another two or three minutes, the petals on the second floor are not ready yet."

"Okay, got it."

The host, dressed in a white suit, straightened his collar and, changing the subject, once again drew Cupid's bow and arrow with lightning speed.

He Ye and Loris, who had initially breathed a sigh of relief, were still in shock – after all, they were truly relieved to hear that the interrogation session was over.

But the next second.

A shiny round ball suddenly emerged from the lottery box, and the host held it up high; the number on it was a black 8!

The smile on his face seemed to say, "Haha, a surprise attack!"

"But let's add more laughter and joy, after all, a romantic night should leave more people with memories."

The host spoke methodically, holding up a ball with the number eight in his hand, pacing back and forth.

He Ye was dumbfounded, Loris was stunned, but the black-clad waiter reacted even faster than them, and he had already strode to the table to intercept them! That radiant smile made it impossible for the two of them to leave!

All eyes turned to them, making them the center of attention at the club.

"Okay, gentlemen at table number eight, could you please tell us what you like about each other?"

Cupid's arrow of blessing was stuck on the table between the two of them. This moment was an unavoidable "torture." The two people, with their different expressions, still had blank and helpless looks on their faces.

(End of this chapter)