Just as Chuyun was pondering how to save his own neck,
Lin Waner struck first with a deadly EQ combo. She fixed Xia Shiqi with an unnervingly tender gaze, her voice dripping with saccharine sweetness laced with three parts surprise and two parts delight. "Shiqi? Is that really you? I almost couldn’t believe my eyes earlier."
"I actually mentioned you yesterday when I walked Chuyun home. It’s been ages since we three were together like this."
*What a shameless fake sweetheart,* Xia Shiqi seethed inwardly. *Parading around like Chuyun’s girlfriend. Same old green tea stench.*
She wanted to snap back but found her tongue glued shut. Her earlier bravado evaporated the moment she faced this little green tea bitch. Back in the day, she’d have cursed Lin Waner out or dragged Chuyun into a fight. But not now. Not when it’d play right into the bitch’s hands.
*Pull it together, Xia Shiqi. You’ve drunk his yogurt. Done things to him. This green tea loser’s already been defeated. Today, I’ll make her explode. Explode. Explode!*
Fueled by her inner pep talk, she shot back, "Hmph. I only came because Chuyun begged me. Otherwise? I wouldn’t bother."
She refused to fake sweetness—that was impossible. But she wouldn’t start a fight either. Chuyun knew how much she loathed Lin Waner. As long as she kept her cool, he’d give her anything.
Chuyun nearly choked at his sister’s words. Her innocent face showed zero traces of lying—he almost believed he *had* begged her. Strange as it was, his survival instinct kicked in hard. *Play along. At all costs.*
"Yeah," he forced out, grinning like a fool. "I begged Shiqi for ages yesterday just to get her here." *Anything to keep her from blowing up.*
"Oh? Is that so..." Lin Waner didn’t buy the little bitch’s act for a second. Her dark eyes flickered with a new scheme. She furrowed delicate brows, shooting Chuyun a heartbreakingly tender look before scolding Xia Shiqi: "Shiqi, how could you treat Chuyun like this? He spoils you rotten. Be good, okay?"
Xia Shiqi’s little fists clenched. *I’ll punch that fake face right off.* Rage boiled over—she’d underestimated Lin Waner and overestimated her own restraint. *Who does this bitch think she is? Acting like I abuse him?* Of course she cherished Chuyun! If she unleashed all that pent-up desire, she’d drain him dry till he couldn’t get out of bed.
*So angry. So fucking angry!*
But she held back. *Don’t give her the satisfaction. This loser can only yap. She’s just a defeated dog.*
*Yeah. A loser.*
*Has she ever tasted Chuyun’s sausage? Drunk his yogurt? Made him lick her?*
*Hmph. A virgin loser who’s done nothing but talk. Pathetic.*
*Me? I’ve done it all. Even made him drink water I poured.*
Glancing at Chuyun standing beside the green tea bitch, Xia Shiqi suddenly felt a thrill. *You have no idea—he’s already molded into my shape.*
The anger vanished. Pity washed over her as she looked at Lin Waner. *Why waste energy on a yapping loser?*
*After Chuyun’s all mine, I’ll send her photos of me eating sausage. A mercy gift.*
Xia Shiqi was now unshakable. Let the green tea yap all she wanted. One was all talk. The other? All action.
Lin Waner had aimed to provoke Xia Shiqi into a fight—and nearly succeeded. But now, *she* was the one seething. That pitying look from the little bitch? Unforgivable. Her smile stayed sweet, but inside, she was stabbing a voodoo doll of Xia Shiqi.
*How dare she look at me like that? Like I’m the loser?* Lin Waner had braced for Chuyun being "used," but this? This smugness? *Has she really done everything?*
She didn’t mind secondhand goods—but there was a difference between lightly used and thoroughly worn out.
*Fine. I’m done waiting till next weekend. I’ll devour Chuyun first. Or I’ll get no broth at all.*
Chuyun nearly fainted when Lin Waner scolded his sister. He knew she meant well, but Xia Shiqi wouldn’t care! She already hated Lin Waner—this lecture would ignite her tiny volcano.
He’d been relieved she hadn’t exploded earlier. A miracle! But now Lin Waner was tossing firecrackers into the crater.
*Fire! Gotta put out the fire! Or Shiqi blows!*
Panic overrode his brain. The words tumbled out raw:
"Waner-jie, Shiqi’s been super well-behaved lately! We were just joking around—I held her in bed watching movies yesterday!"
PS:
The hellscape intensifies. Little Sister charges in.
