I raised stunning young ladies, but they all wanted to possess me.

Gu Yan was completely stunned when she saw Shen Youwei holding her hand tightly.

He tried to pull it out twice but couldn't. Shen Youwei's fingers were gripping his wrist like an iron hoop.

"What do you want from me? I really should go back now, it's getting dark."

His voice carried a hint of helplessness, yet he dared not use too much force for fear of hurting her.

Shen Youwei raised her head, her completely red eyes staring at him, and the corners of her mouth slightly upturned.

"My sister and I finally found you, how could we let you get away so easily?"

Her voice was soft and gentle, but every word she spoke was firm and resolute.

"You promised to come see us every week, and it's not over yet."

Gu Yan opened her mouth as if to say something, but couldn't find any words to refute it.

Fu Wanqing, who had been silent the whole time, finally couldn't hold back anymore.

She tossed the now-cold cola into the trash can and took two steps to stand in front of Gu Yan.

Her long pink hair fluttered in the night breeze, and her amber eyes stared at Shen Youwei.

"Do you have any sense at all? Are you trying to kidnap me?"

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was firm, carrying a stubbornness she didn't usually display.

"If someone doesn't want to go with you, and you keep holding on to them, what is that if not kidnapping?"

Fu Wanqing spread her arms to block Gu Yan, like a cat with its fur standing on end.

Shen Youwei looked at her, a hint of amusement flashing in her completely red eyes.

"You're going to block me."

The three words were spoken very softly and slowly, as if savoring something interesting.

Before she finished speaking, Shen Youwei's aura surged instantly, like a volcano suddenly erupting.

An invisible pressure exploded from her body, crushing in all directions.

A vague, indistinct shadow appeared behind her, several feet tall.

The illusory image resembled the outline of a woman, or perhaps an ancient deity.

Two red lights shone from where the phantom's eyes were, exactly the same as Shen Youwei's eyes.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, and the temperature dropped several degrees.

The few pedestrians on the street were all terrified; some even collapsed to the ground because their legs gave way.

An old man selling roasted sweet potatoes didn't even realize that he had dropped a sweet potato.

A couple huddled together, shivering; the man's suit was soaked with cold sweat.

Several white-collar workers who had just finished get off work stood there, too afraid to move, their faces as white as paper.

Some people want to run but their legs won't obey them; some people want to shout but no sound comes out.

The entire street seemed to have been paused, and everyone was frozen in fear.

Just then, a dozen law enforcement officers rushed out from the street corner.

They wore black uniforms with shiny badges on their chests, and marched in perfect unison.

The captain leading the group was the same one from the movie theater earlier, and beads of sweat were dripping down his forehead.

He rushed to the space between Gu Yan and Shen Youwei, but did not attack Shen Youwei.

Instead, she turned to look at Gu Yan with a pleading expression on her face.

His expression seemed to say, "Master Gu, please think of a solution quickly, we can't afford to offend him."

Other law enforcement officers also formed a circle to separate the pedestrians from the strange phenomenon.

But no one dared to get within three steps of Shen Youwei, the oppressive feeling emanating from that phantom was too strong.

The captain whispered something into the walkie-talkie, his voice trembling.

Standing in front of Gu Yan, Fu Wanqing felt the powerful aura emanating from him, and her expression turned ugly.

Her fists were clenched so tightly that her nails dug into her palms.

She knew she was no match for him; the gap between A-level and this level was enormous.

The gap was so large that they didn't even have the right to make a move; going up there would just be suicide.

But she didn't back down; she remained standing in front of Gu Yan, not moving an inch.

Her long pink hair was blown backward by her imposing presence, and her skirt fluttered in the wind.

Her teeth were clenched so tightly they were grinding together, and her amber eyes were filled with a defiant light.

As Gu Yan watched Fu Wanqing's retreating figure, a strange feeling welled up inside her.

This girl is clearly no match for them, yet she's still standing in front of them. What's her motive?

He took a deep breath, stepped forward, and stood side by side with Fu Wanqing.

Then, looking into Shen Youwei's completely red eyes, his voice was very calm.

"Does it have to be this way? You know that forced relationships are never sweet."

His tone contained neither anger nor fear, only a faint sense of helplessness.

Shen Youwei looked at him, a glint of light flashing in her completely red eyes.

The phantom was still behind her, the red light was still shining, and its aura was still pressing down.

But she spoke, her voice tinged with amusement, as if she had heard something funny.

"Quenches thirst."

Just two words, crisp and clean, like a knife cutting through all the logic.

Gu Yan's lips twitched, and she felt completely awful.

He couldn't refute this answer because logically it made perfect sense.

It's not sweet, but it quenches your thirst. What else can you say? Saying anything is just nonsense.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say a few more words of advice, but looking at Shen Youwei's serious face, he hesitated.

He swallowed the words back, thinking that there was no point in reasoning with this female demon.

Seeing his expression of utter disgust, Shen Youwei's lips curled up even higher.

She restrained her aura, and the afterimage behind her slowly faded away, like smoke being blown away by the wind.

The surrounding temperature returned to normal, and the air was no longer condensing.

The pedestrians on the street, who were stunned by the shock, were panting heavily as if they had just woken up from a nightmare.

The captain of the law enforcement team wiped the sweat from his forehead and waved to his subordinates to signal them to disperse the crowd.

Shen Youwei stood under the streetlight, her completely red eyes looking at Gu Yan like two red stars.

"Alright, just kidding. You look like you're going to your execution."

Her tone became much lighter, as if she were teasing a frightened kitten.

"How about this, let's play a game. If you win, then come back next week."

"You lost, so come back tomorrow. You'll have to come anyway, so it doesn't make much difference."

As she said this, a sly glint flashed in her completely red eyes.

But she didn't say what she wanted to play; she just tilted her head and looked at Gu Yan, waiting for his answer.

Gu Yan was taken aback. "Playing games? I haven't even said what kind of games you're playing."

Looking at her serious face, he knew she wasn't joking.

Moreover, he knew that if he didn't agree, he probably wouldn't get through this ordeal today.

He thought about it for a moment, his mind racing.

Playing games is better than being scared to death by a phantom on the street, and better than being held captive by her.

Moreover, if we win, we'll come back next week, just like the original agreement, so there's no loss.

If we lose, we'll come back tomorrow. It's a little earlier than expected, but it's not unacceptable.

It's better than being dragged away by her now; between two evils, choose the lesser.

"Okay, what game?"

His voice was crisp, as if he had made a decision and was no longer hesitant.

Fu Wanqing stood to the side, opening her mouth as if to say something.

She wanted to tell you not to agree, she wanted to say there was definitely a trap, and she wanted to say let's go.

But before she could finish speaking, Gu Yan's voice rang out.

"Wanqing, stop."

Two words, very light and calm, yet carrying an undeniable force.