“Flat chest? So what?! At least I save fabric for the country!!! Can big-chested girls do that?!”

“They can’t!!!”

Fu Hou clutched her chest tightly, shouting in shame and anger. Her captivating eyes, clear as autumn water, shimmered with a trace of grievance and discontent.

She yelled loud, aura surprisingly fierce—

—but to Qin Cheng, it felt like nothing more than a whimpering, futile tantrum.

Qin Cheng studied her carefully.

She wasn’t tall, yet her figure was slender and graceful. Her long, snow-white legs were perfectly straight. Her waist, willow-slim, could be circled by two hands. Dust smudged her face, but she was still lovely.

A little makeup, and she’d rival Cheng Yu An, the campus beauty.

Too bad—Campus Beauty Cheng was flawless. Fu Hou? Not quite.

Her chest was painfully modest. No voluptuous curves like his fiancée’s. No delicate allure like Cheng’s.

Flat as a pancake. Zero elevation.

“What’s it to you if I’m flat-chested…”

Already flustered, Fu Hou shrank back under his gaze, head lowered, eyes darting away. Her little ponytail swayed nervously behind her.

Her sixth sense screamed: *This guy was definitely thinking something wildly inappropriate!!!*

But she was too timid to snap back—only muttering under her breath.

Qin Cheng glanced at her, took the bag from Lao Biao’s hand. “Yours?”

“Mm-hmm! Mine, mine!” Fu Hou’s eyes lit up, sparkling as she peeked at him.

“Want it?”

That “gentle” smile returned to Qin Cheng’s face.

When he wore that smile? Too late.

The Demon Sovereign’s mischievous streak had awakened.

“I want it, I want it!”

Fu Hou didn’t hesitate—a kitten lured toward a trap.

“So… what’ll you trade me?” Qin Cheng asked, smile dripping with meaning.

Beside them, Lao Biao instantly channeled his inner trickster, flashing a sly grin. He faded smoothly into the background and slipped away.

Fu Hou froze. “But… it’s *my* stuff! Why should *I* trade for it?”

“In my hands now. So it’s mine. Problem?”

Qin Cheng shot her a dismissive glance—utterly domineering.

He loved this. Being unreasonable? Pure bliss.

“Th-then… what do you want?”

Fu Hou paused, silently cursing him *bastard*, then timidly peeked up.

“Depends on your sincerity.” Qin Cheng tilted his head, chin propped on one hand. “Money? I don’t need it. Never have. Never will. Show me sincerity… like…”

He lingered, words unspoken, gaze roaming teasingly over her petite frame.

Fu Hou instantly caught his drift. Crimson flooded her cheeks, even her tiny earlobes burning red. Arms crossed over her chest, she shuffled back, eyes darting everywhere.

Fu Hou’s “shivering-in-the-corner.jpg” moment.

“Seems Miss Fu Hou doesn’t really want it? I’ll have it burned later—contents included.”

Qin Cheng sighed, flicked the bag, turned away with feigned disappointment.

“Wait—hey!” Fu Hou darted forward, tugging his sleeve.

“Hmm? Miss Fu Hou?”

He turned, smiling down at her, voice laced with playful taunt.

Head bowed, pearl-like teeth biting her lip, tears glistening, she looked up and stammered: “A-a kiss… and you’ll give it back?”

Qin Cheng’s eyelid twitched.

Before he could react, her small hands yanked his collar. She rose on tiptoes, eyes squeezed shut, pink lips surging forward—

Just as their lips neared…

Her other hand snatched the bag! With a mischievous smirk, she pressed a palm to his chest, shoved him lightly, and spun away like a nimble kitten.

“Bet you didn’t see *that* coming, pervert!!!”

“This was my escape plan all along! Hahahahaha!!!”

Shyness and tension vanished. Confidence and joy lit her face. She glanced back, stuck out her tongue, mocking him.

“Go check inside! Think a little thief-cat like you could outsmart *me*? (⋌▀¯▀)＝”

“Nani?! ━Σ(ﾟДﾟ|||)━”