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

I played two matches in a row, and both were easy wins.

After Ao Chen muted his microphone, he became extremely bloodthirsty, like an untamed mad dog searching the map for people to kill. Yu Lian, fearing he would die suddenly, had no choice but to abandon her archer and fight alongside him.

Two intense matches, with fighting almost every minute, left Yu Lian so exhausted that she lost all interest in flirting with the archer. After the match, she mumbled "I'm so tired" to the archer and hung up the phone.

Tired, really tired. Yu Lian was so tired that she got a little irritated. She leaned back on the pillow, her body sinking into the soft quilt, and let out a long sigh.

I typed away to curse Ao Chen.

"Xiao Lian's inner monologue: Are you out of your mind?"

Yu Lian is a bully at home, with a bad temper and a sharp tongue. After getting to know Ao Chen, she speaks without restraint, and no matter who is at fault, she can blame Ao Chen for it.

Some people who were unaware of the situation were pulled in to play games together. When they heard Yu Lian scolding and pressuring Ao Chen, they thought Yu Lian was bullying him.

But Ao Chen, that extraordinary person, could still retort with a smile.

Xiao Lian's inner monologue: Is there something wrong with my brain?

In reality, Ao Chen is an only child from a rural area. In the game, he uses a technique of suppressing himself to break through the shackles of adversity and prove his peak. His temper is definitely not good.

But his tolerance for Yu Lian was strangely high; no matter what she said or cursed, he never once lost his temper. They often bickered jokingly, but after a few words, they were friends again.

Yu Lian, who doesn't have many real friends, has maintained a friendship with him for so long purely because of this, and definitely not because he played with her for free and tagged her.

  

This time, however, he didn't crack jokes like he used to.

"1:?"

Yu Lian looked at the question mark, frowned, and couldn't quite figure out what Ao Chen's current mood was.

I feel a little guilty for abandoning him for the sake of the archer. I deleted the insults I hadn't yet sent from the input box.

I typed slowly, subtly changing my tone.

"Xiao Lian's inner monologue: Why were you typing so fast just now?"

Xiao Lian's inner monologue: I'm exhausted.

"1: The boss is urging me."

This is abnormal, very abnormal. Even if a boss is pressuring him, Ao Chen shouldn't be speaking like this.

There shouldn't be so few words.

He's a bit like Yu Lian when she was a child, disobeying and getting beaten, crying while vowing never to laugh again, fantasizing about making her parents feel guilty for the rest of their lives.

Yu Lian is very sensitive to people's emotions.

This time, it seems that Ao Chen is really angry with her.

But she had already humbled herself and spoken to him politely, so why was he giving her attitude?

Yu Lian didn't reply. She pursed her lips unhappily, her cheeks puffing out slightly from the corners of her mouth.

The moment the video call connected, this was the expression Pei Shaoyuan saw: huffing and puffing, clearly someone who had been badly beaten in the game and was seeking comfort from her husband—both obedient and irritating.

This time, the camera captured more of her face than before; almost half of it was visible except for one eye. She didn't speak even after the call connected, her excessively long eyelashes drooping at the corners of her eyes, making it impossible to tell whether she was more upset or angry.

Her lips were inexplicably moist, as if someone had licked them, and they glistened under the light. She was still pouting, oblivious to her surroundings, her lower lip pressing slightly over her upper lip, making her lips appear exceptionally full.

That pink color is so incredibly tender; if you suck on it, it'll probably swell up.

It makes you want to use your canines to pick up that piece of flesh and bite it off, until she makes a cute little cry, and then you can lick it for her so it won't hurt anymore.

Her lips were always marked with her husband's teeth marks. How lecherous! Wherever she went, everyone could tell that this slutty girl had a husband. It was so pitiful that her possessive husband was biting her.

so cute.

Pei Shaoyuan nearly crushed his phone, his heavy breaths splashing onto the screen, his head spinning from the jumbled thoughts swirling in his mind.

So sexy, so sexy, so sexy, so sexy, so sexy.

You naughty girl, video chatting with your husband so late, you just want to be...

The man didn't say a word, staring at her like a hungry wolf, his eyes filled with an unsettling sense of aggression. Even though he was only looking at her face, it was as if he had already stripped her naked and dumped her in front of him.

Yu Lian frowned, a little impatient. She glanced at the call time; it had only lasted a dozen seconds. But then she remembered the 6,600 yuan she had just received before making the call and held back.

"Say something! Are you waiting for me to speak?"

She seemed a little uneasy being watched; her voice trembled at the end, and even the tips of her eyelashes trembled.

Pei Shaoyuan smiled, shamelessly trying to appease her even after being scolded.

"No, baby, I just want to see you more."

"Why are you taking your anger out on your husband when you've never even won a game?"

"well done."

Yu Lian glanced at him instinctively.

Pei Shaoyuan turned on a table lamp, dimming the light so that the light from his phone screen barely illuminated his outline. Yu Lian looked over and met a pair of dark eyes.

His eyes were dark and deep, making it difficult to discern his emotions, which were hidden in the shadows of his brows. He habitually squinted slightly when looking at people; his eyes were long and narrow with sharp corners, and the upturned ends gave him a fox-like appearance, exuding a nonchalant wickedness and allure.

He was smiling from one corner of his mouth, but his eyes showed no sign of laughter.

He seems to be...

Yu Lian felt no sweetness at being coaxed; instead, she felt a chilling sensation, as if she were being stared at by a carnivore.

A layer of fine goosebumps rose on my bare arms, and my survival instincts, like those of a small animal, were screaming for help.

"You..." She opened her mouth, wanting to say something to get rid of the inexplicable sense of panic in her heart, but then she stopped.

"What? What's wrong, baby?" Her voice was too soft for Pei Shaoyuan to hear clearly. He turned his ear to the side, and the cross pendants hanging from his earrings swayed.

"It's nothing, your earrings are quite pretty."

The feeling of being watched disappeared, and Yu Lian breathed a sigh of relief, absentmindedly brushing it off. She wondered if she had been a bit too sensitive, inexplicably afraid of a simp through a screen.

It's all Ao Chen's fault; he made her so suspicious.

"If the baby likes it, we can give it to the baby." The man smiled lazily, his eyes fixed on her, pleased with the compliment.

Suddenly, she zoomed in on the phone, magnifying the delicate lines of her lower face in the lens. She stuck out a little bit of her tongue, but only for a second, before it even reached her lower lip, before pulling it back in.

Yu Lian only had time to see his wet, red tongue pressing against a silver ball.

"This," the man said, his voice becoming slightly cloying, amused by her unconsciously wide-eyed expression, "is also for the baby."

Pei Shaoyuan had a tongue piercing.

Yu Lian didn't notice this because her video call with him last time was too short and she put him on a smaller screen.

The tongue piercing was too risqué, and he deliberately showed it off like that.

Yu Lian hurriedly looked away.

The girl on the screen slowly applied a layer of powder to her cheeks, and her half-lowered eyelashes clearly indicated her shyness.

His mouth is still quite fierce.

"Are you a pervert? Why are you sticking your tongue out for no reason?!"

"Who wants this?! It's disgusting!"

The screen froze for a moment, and the video call was indeed disconnected. Pei Shaoyuan's smile faded, and he moved his tongue piercing expressionlessly, the metal clicking softly against his teeth.

With a tap of my finger, I turned off screen recording and reopened it in the photo album; the girl's face reappeared on the phone.

She pursed her lips like a sulky little cat, preoccupied with her own anger, lying on the pillow looking at the camera, unaware that the collar of her pajamas had slipped down due to her movements.

Pei Shaoyuan patiently scrolled through the progress bar frame by frame, but he still couldn't see what was in the shadow of the neckline. Finally, he saw the girl with her eyelashes half-drooping, her cheeks much pinker than usual, and her lips opening and closing as she spoke.

Pull the slowest speed, put the phone down a little to watch, it's like you're giving him a **.

He exhaled with a trembling breath, took his phone to the bathroom, and soon the water gushed out. It wasn't just the sound of water hitting flesh; there were low moans that sounded like a mixture of pleasure and pain mixed in with a few repeated sentences.

"...It's disgusting!"

"Disgusting!"

"...This is disgusting!"

After hanging up the phone, Yu Lian glanced at the unread messages. Ao Chen remained silent, as if he were dead, while the archer, being sensible, sent a few messages.

"Small Country Development Path: Is your friend angry?"

"Small Country Development Path: Otherwise, let me explain it to him."

"Small Country's Development Path: I'm sorry, it's all my fault"

Angry? What right does Ao Chen have to be angry? Even though she was on the phone with the archer, she wasn't acting as a chaste support only with him. What reason does Ao Chen have to be angry? Her voice is so awful, does she have to cling to someone else to chat with her on mic? Doesn't she have any self-awareness? Doesn't she have the right to pursue happiness?

Yu Lian felt upset whenever she thought of Ao Chen. She didn't know what had gotten into him, that he was taking his anger out on the archer as well.

"Xiao Lian's inner monologue: Yes, it's all your fault."

"Xiao Lian's inner monologue: You'll be satisfied once you've ruined me."

These were Yu Lian's sincere words. Ao Chen had initially given her a large logo for her account, but if they really broke up, the logo would be gone.

The Yu Lian ship has markings for Jing Luna, Ma Chao, and Lan Yao, all of which were marked by Ao Chen before. However, they are all markings for small countries, and large countries are always a little bit less lucky. Over time, this has become a knot in Yu Lian's heart.

Small national standards are produced in a hundred a week, while large national standards are produced in only ten a month. Yu Lian really, really, really, really, really, really wants them.

"Xiao Lian's inner monologue: You owe me the national standard mirror."

The typing status light on the other end kept flashing intermittently, probably because it hadn't expected Yu Lian to throw a tantrum so irrationally. It hadn't managed to type a single word after a long time. Yu Lian didn't care what it might say; she bit her lip, trying to figure out what to do.

It's almost the end of the month, why don't you humble yourself and say a few nice words to Ao Chen?

What's the big deal? Compared to a national standard, what's face? You lose face once and that's it, but a national standard can be displayed on the homepage forever.

Ao Chen probably wasn't really angry. He's not that petty; he never gets angry even when Ao Chen scolds him so harshly.

They probably weren't even angry; they were just in a hurry to make money.

Go send him another message and ask him. It's not shameful to ask.

Just as Yu Lian switched to the chat window with Ao Chen to type, Sagittarius's message finally came through.

"Complete Account Small Country Development Path: I Don't Know How to Play Mirror"

"Finished product, small country's development path: How about I compensate you with Gongsun Li, okay? quq"

Yu Lian paused, her fingers moving slightly.