The pretty girl who plays with people's feelings is going to be severely punished.

The video was still being played.

The call was answered from a low angle, and surprisingly, he didn't have a double chin; his jawline was clearly defined. His eyelashes drooped slightly, making his eyes appear round and bright, like black beans.

Yu Lian carried Qi Sui and various props on her back, and filled the camera lens with her own face, letting Ao Chen stretch his neck to search everywhere in the narrow screen, like a security guard dog.

All I could find were a few eyelashes and a few moles on her face.

She was quite smug, the slight upturn of her lips clearly visible in the magnified lens: "What are you doing, you idiot? Others have things to do. Can't you just type it out? Make it clear first that you're not lending money."

Judging from the background, Ao Chen was in a small conference room filled with tables and chairs. It was during extra training time, and no one knew what he was doing out there. He was only wearing a simple white printed t-shirt, his hair was inexplicably messy, and he was only wearing one earphone, with the other casually hanging down his chest.

I don't know if leaving one ear open is for guarding or simply because the earphone is causing inflammation and pain in my ear canal.

"Talent? Why would I need to borrow money? I'm rich right now. You don't know that youth training pays salaries, several thousand." He couldn't find her, so he stared at her intently.

Perhaps his voice change period has finally come to an end, because every time Ao Chen speaks now, he sounds like a different person. He's still hoarse, but he looks much younger and has a youthful vibe.

"Impatiently, you said you wanted some... you know... where's it?"

"What? What? What?" Yu Lian was a little embarrassed. She glanced at Qi Sui, who was lying on the side looking as resentful as a beautiful corpse, and said jokingly, "Go play King of Glory, listen to me, hurry up and play King of Glory, go, go, go."

"Are you shooing a dog away? Go away! Do you even know how to herd a pig? We say 'le le le' when we herd pigs here." Ao Chen couldn't help but laugh, revealing a canine tooth. "So you're just kidding me, right? There's no point at all."

Yu Lian wasn't curious about how to herd pigs; that was a question only Jiang Shaoheng would be interested in. She was just curious: "You called so urgently just to see ducks? Aren't you that curious? I thought something serious had happened to you and you kept calling."

"How can I not be anxious? I told the coach I ran out because I had diarrhea. If you don't answer, the coach will think my intestines are about to come out." Ao Chen held up his phone and wandered around the room on his own, doing whatever came to mind, as strangely as if it were generated by AI.

"Let me show you the meeting room we use to review our practice matches. This monitor is for showing replays and stuff. Yesterday, I got yelled at for giving Smite to the blue buff instead of the dragon. I was too embarrassed to tell him that I felt we might not be able to win even with the dragon..."

Seeing that he was about to start talking again, Yu Lian interrupted, "Didn't you say the coach was looking for you? Don't waste your time. Go now."

If he didn't hang up soon, Qi Sui's hand would reach the top of her thigh. He started from her ankle.

Ao Chen shut his mouth, giving a look of utter annoyance, still trying to appear cool: "What's wrong with telling you? It won't take much time... I'm going back to practice matches now, you, you..."

Yu Lian asked impatiently, "What now?"

"Don't order duck, the ducks are sick, you know? They're all rotten. What if they give you duck diseases?" Ao Chen made up his mind, took a deep breath and said quickly.

Finally, with a lingering reluctance, I glanced at Yu Lian on the screen a couple more times. "Alright, I'm really leaving now. Let's talk after training. Is that really you in your WeChat Moments photo? Same clothes, and your face looks... and that's a dog hanging behind you."

He deliberately left the conversation unfinished, then hung up the phone, and the room fell silent.

Yu Lian's hand speed was too slow again.

Qi Sui turned to the side, his hair cascading over his shoulders, neck, and chest, propping his chin up as he looked at her. The curve of his drooping eyelashes held a fragile beauty that seemed to have been abused.

Although Yu Lian didn't do anything to him, she only used it once.

  

Yu Lian wasn't wearing headphones, and even with the volume turned down to the lowest level, everything could be heard clearly on the bed. This included the content of their conversations and their seemingly intimate and familiar manner of behaving.

He chuckled softly: "A friend? Or someone in the same industry? The voice doesn't sound like the one from last time."

If you can get this kind of voice from your peers, then the industry is truly in dire need of anyone.

Yu Lian mentally made up her story, reached out and took his hand away, looked down at her phone, and kept a polite distance from him, as if the previous intimacy had never happened.

Now it really comes down to hindsight.

"I have to go home. Maybe you shouldn't sell it anymore."

She needed to get Gu Yitong to take her to the nearest shopping street before she could send Lu Jiefei her location, otherwise it would be a huge hassle. Her mother had also gone home, and there would be a three-way interrogation.

Qi Sui's hand, which had been flung away, froze in mid-air.

It really feels like they were used up and then thrown away. Some people made cat sculptures, some made dog sculptures, and some made lop-eared rabbit sculptures.

Some people are using massage sticks.

Her voice grew even gentler: "You're leaving? Okay, shouldn't we pay the bill?"

Yu Lian looked up at him, her mouth slightly agape in surprise: "What, what bill? I didn't pay after using it, I paid first..."

Qi Sui sat up and casually swept his hair back: "I have ten yuan, but..."

He pointed to a small dark spot on the bathrobe and the spot on the bed sheet where Yu Lian had sat.

"These are all at separate prices."

As expected, the ability to become a "second-rate woman" is only a good thing in fiction.

Yu Lian forced herself to remain calm: "So how much more money do I need?"

Qi Sui looked at her for two seconds, then smiled warmly, his eyes crinkling.

"One hundred thousand."

It was even the price he initially quoted. She even gave him an extra ten yuan.

I should have suspected something was fishy about this fire sale at rock-bottom prices.

She's not convinced of fate enough that he'll trick her; good things don't just fall into her lap for no reason.

Yu Lian's hand holding the phone trembled, and she was about to get out of bed: "Are you going to scam me without doing a background check? I don't even have that many Happy Beans, where would I get the money to give you?"

She was determined to stay, and Qi Sui didn't stop her. He sat on the bed watching her struggle to pry open the doorknob, and said coolly, "Then go ahead and leave, if you can manage to leave. Or you can ask your incredibly rich youth training friend to bail you out. After being touched by this rotten, worthless guy like me, do you think he'll be willing?"

How can someone be so petty?

Yu Lian wouldn't open the door, so she could only turn around to look at him. Her skirt and hair were all messed up as she leaned against the door, gazing at him from afar.

In a soft, gentle voice: "Why are you so angry?"

So it turns out she would first act coquettish and deflect blame when faced with problems. Qi Sui casually thought about these details that she shouldn't have noticed, pulled her bathrobe over her shoulder, got out of bed, bent down to tie the belt around her waist, deliberately tightening it. Her waist was very thin, and the folds raised under the belt were particularly clear.

He touched it through the fabric of his bathrobe, and there was a faint slapping sound, like something hitting his abs.

He gave a cryptic laugh.

Am I alright?

Yu Lian didn't dare to say what kind of experience you, a prostitute, would expect. She pursed her lips, looked up at him as he approached, and he blocked her in front of the door, bending his forearm across the door panel, and lowered his head to kiss the top of her head, her forehead, bangs, and sideburns.

It's itchy.

It's like the tender moments between lovers before they part ways.

But that's not what they said.

"Have you thought it through? Give me money, or make me a better person?"

Yu Lian's eyelashes drooped little by little from the kiss, and she shrank her neck, pleading with him, "This time it really won't work, didn't you say before that we could pay in installments..."

"Hmm. Next time will be fine." His kisses almost avoided her lips, covering her face before finally stopping at the mole on the bridge of her nose, gently rubbing it, his voice low, "Or do you really think I'll let you go so easily?"

The folds at the hem of her robe pressed against her lower abdomen, instead of flattening it, they actually pressed her belly fat in a little.

Yu Lian's phone vibrated again.

This time it was Lu Jiefei.

Yu Lian hung up, and he didn't call back, only sending the location information.

Looking at the time, it was already 9:30.

"Looks like you really need to hurry up and leave. You only gave me so little time, but so many people are looking for you." His skirt was lifted again, and he lowered his eyelashes, speaking casually, "You can leave, but leave me the deposit. In our line of work, we always have to prevent customers from running away and minimize losses. You should understand that, right?"

Yu Lian didn't fully understand what a deposit was. She only saw how beautiful his fingers were under his skirt—slender, fair, like jade, hands that had been pampered, without even calluses.

The skin and flesh are soft, yet the sensation they evoke is fierce.

Bending, scraping, smoothing, forcing out her more intense trembling.

Yu Lian was about to cry, tears clinging to her eyelashes, which he gently kissed away, his voice tender.

"Good girl."

The door opened, and Qi Sui leaned against it, smiling as he watched her leave. Yu Lian's legs were trembling, and she shook her head repeatedly, refusing his help, and walked away without looking back.

The air conditioning in the hallway was so cold; without the safety shorts to cover me, my legs felt really cold.