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

Pei Shaoyuan originally thought he could withstand the torment of online dating.

Yes, it's torture. Separated by a screen, neither love nor desire can be relieved; wanting to touch, one can only encounter hard glass that is completely different from a soft, fluffy wife.

At times like this, I feel like smashing my phone.

But if I smash it, I won't be able to see my wife on the phone anymore.

Pei Shaoyuan used to scoff at online dating, thinking that anyone who could fall head over heels for someone they'd never met was brain-dead. He felt that someone like him didn't need to look for some vague, unattainable true love online.

Things are different now. Now I feel that online dating is the purest form of love, it's destiny, it's a meeting of souls...

He keeps himself going by these motivational platitudes that are meant to fool idiots.

To be honest, Yu Lian could easily send him voice messages and photos and make him stare at his phone until he turned blue. He himself didn't know how he was any different from those stupid losers who fantasized about their anime wives.

Yu Lian is much harder to win over than any so-called "anime wife." It's said that in those galgames, you can increase your affection level, win her over, and unlock special storylines by giving her gifts and chatting with her, but that doesn't work at all with Yu Lian.

Spending money and saying nice things don't yield any effective results. Continuing to pester her will annoy her, but if I don't keep a close eye on her, I'm afraid she'll cheat on me.

Pei Shaoyuan searched online for women's ideal boyfriends, husbands, lovers, and casual partners. He thought he met all the general criteria: rich, handsome, devoted, and loving towards his wife. He showed her all his assets, both the ones he could and couldn't show. He had so many photos of his abs and other attractive features that he could debut and become a big star immediately. But Yu Lian just wouldn't give him a kind look.

Dating is worse than being a gigolo.

She used to be able to act cute and affectionate when they first met and there was some ambiguity between them, but now she doesn't treat him like a human being at all. She gets angry at the drop of a hat, finding fault with everything he says, from his tone of voice to the content of his words. Even if the other person kills her in a game, she blames him for not killing that person beforehand, saying he caused her death.

Actually, it doesn't matter what you scold him for; you can scold him and then coax him. He'll treat it all as fun.

The most torturous thing is the silent treatment. I don't know how she came up with this trick, but she has Pei Shaoyuan completely under her thumb. Every time she throws a tantrum, she opens WeChat and her screen is filled with green messages from him trying to coax her, without even a single punctuation mark.

If you don't appease her, she'll delete and block you. She's blocked almost all of her contact methods, and you have to try them one by one to find the only way you can contact her.

It was like a dog hole waiting for him to crawl through.

  

Pei Shaoyuan was terrified after being tricked like this several times. He would panic if she didn't speak or if her tone was bad. He would call her or send her money whenever he could to keep her calm. He was so humble and submissive that he looked like he was possessed by a ghost. Even his own mother would throw glutinous rice at him if she saw him.

The only good thing about this chaotic, incompetent, weak, and painful online relationship is that at least his wife didn't run away, and his track record in coaxing her is well-documented. Sometimes, when he comes across articles on how to date, he reads them without missing a second and then smiles contemptuously. Relationship bloggers and astrologers are just the threshold for meeting him.

If Pei Shaoyuan were a content person, this would be enough. But Pei Shaoyuan is not.

He's a content person; he would have willingly become a mistress without fighting for anything in the first place.

All the humility and subservience are meaningless if they don't achieve the ultimate goal. His ultimate goal is to meet, or rather, his short-term ultimate goal is to meet.

Turning blue through the screen is just his initial form; his final form must be turning blue in person.



It was already evening, and there weren't many people coming and going outside the school gate.

Yu Lian stood in front of the school's facial recognition machine. She was unhappy because she had walked too far in one go, and her face was sour. The machine screen kept flashing "recognition failed".

Forced to force a smile at the camera, it looked like a fake smile. He took out his phone, snapped a picture of the image captured on the facial recognition machine, looked down at his phone as he walked out of the school gate, intending to send it to Gu Yitong to complain.

An arm suddenly wrapped around her waist from behind.

The person was so tall that he wrapped his arm around her from behind with one arm. His strength was so great that Yu Lian's feet left the ground for a moment. She could feel his slightly rapid breathing coming down from the top of her head, which made her instinctively shrink her neck.

Before she could even scream, a hand covered most of Yu Lian's face completely, the middle finger of which wore a wide ring that was pressed against her cheek and warmed by body heat in no time. Yu Lian was not short, but the person only took a few seconds to half-drag, half-carry her to the shadows, as easily as if they were holding a large doll.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together, leaving no room for struggle; they were held firmly in each other's arms.

"Ha... Gotcha." The voice was close to his ear, with an undisguised wicked laugh. The soft flesh of his penis was gently rubbed by his canine teeth, and his wet, hot tip was teasingly licked.

The cold steel rod slid up and down against my wet earlobe.

"Looking at your phone? Who are you going to message, hmm?"

The arm that was wrapped around her waist shifted, and her hand, resting on a thin layer of clothing, pinched a bit of the soft flesh on her waist. The force was not great; her fingers gently kneaded it, as if she were playing with it.

Startled by his touch, Yu Lian tried to push him away during the brief opening, but he grabbed her wrists with one hand and pinned them to her lower back.

"Tsk, try moving around again."

"I only have this much strength, I'll save it for later."

He finally released her earlobe, deliberately making a suggestive, wet sound as his lips parted. He leaned closer to look at her; the man was wearing a baseball cap, and as he got closer, the brim cast a shadow.

Without any intention of stopping, the distance kept shrinking until his high, straight nose touched the hand covering Yu Lian's face.

Her face was barely the size of a palm, and only her eyes were visible, hidden by the man's hand. As he approached, she instinctively closed her eyes in fright, her thick eyelashes drooping down, brushing against his outstretched fingers.

I heard a laugh coming from right next to me.

"Why are your eyelashes shaking like that? Poor baby."

As if pleased, the man's voice was lazy as he tightened his grip on Yu Lian's face and affectionately pinched her cheek.

"She usually has such a bad temper, why is she only trembling in her husband's arms now?"

"Hmm." Yu Lian really wanted to scold him, but her mouth was covered tightly.

I had a vague idea of ​​who he was from the tongue piercing, but now that I recognized his voice, my fear vanished, leaving only anger and a little bit of unconscious grievance.

She was genuinely terrified by this idiot.

My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of my chest, and my body felt numb, my limbs were weak and trembling. If he hadn't been holding me, I probably would have slid right to the ground.

Tears fell without warning, sliding into the man's palm and wetting it.

Pei Shaoyuan was stunned.

He initially only wanted to lure her out to meet him.

Later, I saw Yu Lian standing in front of the facial recognition machine, her small face dazzlingly white under the screen light. Her eyes were so big, her eyelashes so curled, and she was pursing her lips unhappily. Her chubby baby face was coldly and adorably moving around in front of the camera, trying to find the right angle.

No kidding, Pei Shaoyuan was completely dumbfounded, forgetting all the opening remarks he had planned so as not to scare people away.

He just stares at his beloved wife with his eyes wide open, not even daring to blink.

I don't understand how someone can look so much better than in photos and videos. They're cute in every way, with a small head and face, a slim waist and a full chest. Their hair is fluffy when the wind blows, and they look like someone has placed a BJD doll there.

She missed her chance to call for help, and by the time she came to her senses, she was already looking down at her phone, her steps unsteady and unguarded, completely ignoring the subtle, persistent gazes of passersby.

Pei Shaoyuan felt extremely bitter.

I don't know what she's looking at, or who she's going to send those cute photos to, since she hasn't even replied to his messages.

I just wanted to scare her.

"Tsk..."

I wanted to swear, but I held back.

Pei Shaoyuan lowered his eyes, his gaze fixed on Yu Lian's pitiful crying eyes. Her eyes were so red, and her excessively long eyelashes were wet with tears, trembling uncontrollably. The tears fell onto his hands, which were both cool and hot.

His hand unconsciously loosened its grip, his fingers haphazardly wiping her wet face, the thin calluses on his fingertips scraping away, causing the girl to flinch slightly, and he paused.

With no other options, he leaned down, pressed his lips to hers, and kissed the tear that was about to fall from the corner of her eye, with a hint of eroticism and soothingness.

The astringent taste melts on the tip of the tongue.

"Why are you crying? I was just trying to scare you, I don't really want to hurt you."

"You're crying as if I've already... done you a favor."

His voice was low and husky, mixed with a restless excitement.

He felt no guilt for her tears; on the contrary, a wicked habit hidden deep within him, one that he himself was not fully aware of, was completely awakened by those few tears.

He gripped her delicate chin with his thumb and forefinger, pinching her cheeks until they bulged slightly. His gaze was fixed on her tear-streaked face, his breathing so heavy it was impossible to ignore, his hot breath spraying down on her.

His voice was so hoarse it was unbelievable.

"Baby…"

"Don't cry."

"I feel so bad for crying."