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

To some extent, Yu Lian has a distorted view of men. She is often pampered and spoiled, and always thinks that she can easily control men by being coquettish and saying sweet words.

Faced with the situation that was slowly spiraling out of control, she naively believed it was just a minor deviation from the right path. She thought that if she wanted, she could still control everything.

Exaggerated confidence.

She had no idea how easily she understood and how easily she was fooled by the men who had their eyes on her. They thought that if you gave her something she liked, she would behave herself and not cause any trouble.

Beautiful, stupid, vain, and incredibly fragrant.

Exquisite dishes unlike anything she'd ever seen were served, with an average price of 2 yuan per person. All thoughts of love, hate, and grudges had to be put aside for now. Yu Lian cupped her face in her hands, letting Pei Shaoyuan take her picture. Her eyes sparkled, and her mind shifted from how to break up to what kind of caption to use for her WeChat Moments.

You need to be well-fed to have the energy to bring up breakups.

Of course, they were full and then fooled again.

In a luxury shopping mall she had never set foot in before, nestled in Pei Shaoyuan's arms, listening to the continuous beeping of the credit card machine, she surprisingly didn't shy away from his pressing lips. To make it easier for him to kiss her, she even obediently raised her chin slightly.

Yu Lian tried to convince herself that she had already let him kiss her and licked every part of her mouth, so breaking up with him now would be too easy for him.

Anyway... she knows what she's doing.



Carrying shopping bags of various sizes through her slender fingers, Yu Lian was so tired that she had little strength left. Her steps were unsteady, and her body swayed.

She wore a disposable mask that Pei Shaoyuan had personally put on her face, covering most of her face except for her watery eyes, with lingering pink smudges at the corners.

Pei Shaoyuan continued to entertain his former self, who had been a sycophant, and kissed her passionately before finally letting her go, still not satisfied.

I hadn't originally planned to put it away.

He was just too impatient; it seemed like he could never get enough of kissing her. He pressed down on her in the back seat and kissed her for a while, then went too far by grabbing Yu Lian's waist and pulling her onto his lap to continue. His hands were pressing down on the back of her head, so she couldn't move an inch.

  

Unable to break free, and with little time to breathe, the heat from his palms burned his thighs, making them incredibly uncomfortable. The way he straddled her, their seamless contact rubbing against each other with every struggle, infuriated Yu Lian, who slapped him across the neck.

With a crisp sound, he finally got her under control. He casually licked the glistening saliva from his lips, pinched Yu Lian's cheeks to admire her for a few moments, and then used his fingers to untie the thin strap of her mask and put it on her.

He spoke in a teasing yet affectionate tone, making nasty remarks to deliberately provoke her: "Look at these lips. People will think something's happened. But actually, nothing's been done yet, right?"

"But it's really ugly, tsk, it's unbearable to watch when she cries."

Seeing that she wasn't angry yet, he continued teasing her, saying this but with a lingering look on his face. He pretended to reach out and wipe away the physiological tears that had been forced from the corners of her eyes, his fingertips touching the tears, then gently spreading them under her eyes, his breathing becoming heavier.

Finally, I'll add a threat.

"You're dead if anyone sees you like this. Wear your mask properly."

It's as if he wasn't the one who caused her to end up like this.

He successfully received another slap from Yu Lian on the chest.

Yu Lian couldn't wait to take off her mask as she entered the elevator. With a hiss, she leaned close to the elevator mirror to take a closer look at how her lips had been bitten.

My lips were indeed swollen, plump and unable to close properly. The wet pink color that had been sucked out looked like a glass lip gloss, and under the elevator lights, they resembled flower petals soaked in dew.

My phone suddenly vibrated.

Yu Lian usually keeps her phone on Do Not Disturb when she has it with her, finding the buzzing of the vibration too annoying. However, Pei Shaoyuan had her turn it off in the car just now, holding her fingers so she could reply to him quickly.

With both hands occupied, Yu Lian was too lazy to reach for her phone and pulled her mask up in annoyance. She guessed it was Pei Shaoyuan asking if she was home yet. It was the same thing last night.

However, this time he was very considerate and only sent one message, and his phone didn't vibrate again.

As soon as the dormitory door opened, a rich, luxurious scent of skincare products wafted out.

There was only Bai Jiayin inside, wearing a nude satin nightgown, applying face cream with her long nails curled, her movements elegant.

Yu Lian opened the door, but she didn't even turn her head.

She casually tossed the bag in her hand onto the ground, piling it into a small heap. Exhausted, Yu Lian let out a breath and looked down at the red marks on her palms and fingers from the bag's tightness.

I heard a soft, not too loud, sound as the glass bottle was placed on the table.

Bai Jiayin didn't look at Yu Lian squatting by the door first. Her gaze swept over the pile of bags with the logo that smelled like banknotes before lightly landing on Yu Lian's abnormally red lips.

Even malice can be fleeting.

"Looks like Gu Yitong got you a good price."

Whether sitting or squatting, the perspectives are not much different, but she makes it seem exceptionally superior.

After a year as roommates, Yu Lian didn't dislike Bai Jiayin as much as she had when they first entered university. Bai Jiayin had a place to stay outside and only returned to the dormitory for one night if she had an early class the next day. Even when she did return, she acted arrogantly and disdainfully, and Yu Lian barely spoke a few words to her.

I don't know what suddenly made me act crazy today.

It's possible that Yu Lian's long-cherished wish has finally come true; the stock of her mother's listed company has plummeted.

Yu Lian ignored her, moved to her own table, lifted her bangs to wipe her sweat, her face flushed pink from the mask, and pressed a cool wet wipe against it, feeling so comfortable that she squinted her eyes.

If you can't afford to offend her, then avoid her. She often ignored Bai Jiayin's harsh words like this, and Bai Jiayin would usually just glance at her and then say nothing more.

As if I'd taken the wrong medicine today, I walked over and snatched the sweaty wipe from her hand before she could even reply.

It was crumpled and crumpled in my hand, and as soon as my fingers got wet, I dropped it on the ground.

"Are you deaf? I'm talking to you."

"Why don't you look in the mirror and see what you look like right now? What are you pretending for?"

A slightly cool finger suddenly brushed across Yu Lian's lower lip, the force not gentle. The overly long manicured nails scratched her cheek with the movement, causing a slight pain.

"...That's disgusting."

His tone was even more arrogant and disdainful than usual, and his expensively applied Western-style eyelashes drooped down like spider limbs.

She didn't give Yu Lian a chance to interrupt, rubbed her fingers together, and asked in a cold voice.

Where is Gu Yitong?

Even in slippers, she was a head taller than Yu Lian. Standing too close, the cool fabric of her bathrobe brushed against Yu Lian's arm, and the various fragrances emanating from her body made Yu Lian feel dizzy.

Yu Lian subconsciously held her breath and took a small step back. It wasn't that she was cowardly, but Bai Jiayin's figure was too good. From this distance, she could see her breasts, half-covered by the low-cut nightgown, white and almost touching her, just by looking down.

I had no choice but to withdraw.

Bai Jiayin frowned, repeating impatiently, "Where's Gu Yitong? What, they sold you off and now they're abandoning you?"

"How would I know where Gu Yitong is?" Yu Lian couldn't understand what she was talking about at all. She felt that once people had money, their brains were different from normal people, so she said in a bad tone, "What do you mean by selling or not selling? Can't you speak like a human being?"

Yu Lian is well-behaved and easy to get along with. She has been pampered and indulged by those around her since she was a child, so she has little experience in real-life conflicts. No matter how skilled she is at cursing online, she loses her edge when she is face to face. She becomes like a steamed bun and can only say dry, unintentional things.

The kind of feeling that makes you regret not performing well afterwards and wish you could memorize your lines and do it all over again.

"Didn't you go out with Gu Yitong?" Bai Jiayin's gaze lingered on Yu Lian's lips for a few more seconds, as if assessing something, but her tone wasn't as sharp as before.

He held her arms around her.

"What happened to your mouth?"

"Are you crazy? Why are you so nosy? We're not even that close." Yu Lian was incredibly annoyed by him. She took another step back, her face drooping, cursing Pei Shaoyuan a hundred times in her mind.

Upon hearing this, Bai Jiayin's expression changed again. She was too sharp-eyed with beauty, her features so striking they were frightening. She raised her chin and stared intently, her pupils, without colored contact lenses, small and revealing the whites of her eyes.

The young lady has probably never been talked back to like this before. Even Yu Lian wasn't particularly aggressive.

"So, who are you close to? Gu Yitong?"

"You're so poor you're practically penniless, all you have left is your body. Why don't you just stay put? What do you think people are doing getting to know you for?"

His face was forcibly turned towards her. His gaze was no different from looking at trash.

"Ah, I forgot. You're the kind of person who cares a lot about friends, right? After all, there's not much else you can have."

The pointed nail polish left shallow marks on her swollen cheeks. Yu Lian was both angry and in pain. She struggled and pushed her away forcefully. She staggered backward and tripped over the chair behind her, which crashed to the ground with a loud thud.

"How dare you...!" Bai Jiayin steadied herself by holding onto the table, shouting angrily. Her robe collar was undone, and strands of hair clung to her face and wrapped around her neck, making her look unusually disheveled.

Yu Lian was afraid she would fight back, so she looked at her warily, thinking that if she dared to reach out, she would break her manicure first.

"You ungrateful wretch." Bai Jiayin cursed angrily, her sinister gaze sweeping over Yu Lian's face. Unable to quell her anger, she swept everything on the table beside her onto the floor with a crash.

Next to Yu Lian's table is Gu Yitong's table.

The mirror shattered on the floor, nearly hitting Yu Lian's bare calves. She retreated as far as she could, her back pressed against the glass door of the balcony. She was somewhat frightened by Bai Jiayin's outburst.

The dormitory door opened at that moment.

Shi Xu walked in, a section of the black musical instrument bag slung over one shoulder peeking out from under her head. She tilted her head, glanced at the mess on the ground, and chuckled with amusement.

"What's wrong, Jiayin? Don't take it out on Xiaolian."

Bai Jiayin paused, angrily kicked the things on the ground aside, turned around and went back to her seat, her silk slippers making a teeth-grinding crunching sound on the broken mirror.

"Look at her for yourself."

"Is it dirty or not?"

With the space in front of her now unobstructed, Yu Lian, leaning against the balcony door, briefly met Shi Xu's gaze, who was standing by the dormitory door. Shi Xu's eyes were fixed on Yu Lian's face, and Yu Lian felt her lips burning.

They just kissed, but Bai Jiayin's outburst made people think she had done something immoral.

Yu Lian turned her face away. She didn't think it was a big deal, but being stared at still made her feel a little embarrassed.

Shi Xu walked up to her and gently touched her face. Her fingers had calluses from years of playing musical instruments, and the touch brought a tingling sensation.

"What's so dirty?" Her voice softened, always using a coaxing tone with Yu Lian, as if they were close friends. "They're just dating, why are you making such a fuss, right? Xiao Lian~"

Yu Lian nodded subconsciously, then realized that she seemed to be admitting that she was in a relationship. She shook her head, but still felt that something was not right.

She didn't like others knowing her private affairs, and she had no obligation to report to her roommates. Yu Lian didn't want to say more, so she pushed Shi Xu aside and walked towards the bathroom, deliberately expressing her displeasure in a cold and indifferent tone.

"I'm going to the toilet."

She didn't turn around, but she felt that Shi Xu was watching her.

The bathroom door closed, and the breath that had been stuck in my throat finally escaped, making me feel much better. I took out my phone and saw that Bai Jiayin had transferred 50,000 yuan to Gu Yitong in the dorm group chat without saying a word.

It should be compensation for smashing things.

Only 50,000. He acts all high and mighty like he's number one on the Forbes list, complaining about this being poor and that being dirty, but then he's willing to pay 50,000 for smashing a table.

Yu Lian looked at the transfer record with a hint of resentment.

Why didn't they smash her table?

Why not compensate her for emotional distress after she was innocently insulted?

He muttered a few curses at Bai Jiayin in his mind, glanced at the other unread messages on WeChat, and cleared all the red dots.

To prevent Pei Shaoyuan from seeing messages from other men and causing trouble for her, she specifically set up WeChat to block notifications before meeting him.

Even though they had only been apart for a short while, Pei Shaoyuan had already sent a lot of messages, like a dog with separation anxiety, barking incessantly whenever it couldn't see where he was.

Just as I was about to type a curse at him, my fingers paused, remembering the vibration in the elevator.

Is there any app that hasn't been set to block notifications?

Yu Lian pulled down the notification bar to look at it.

"Unknown number: Check out the baby's little...".