I save a pathological girl with a twisted love story.

She walked straight out from behind the big tree and handed her underwear to Xia Wuzhao.

Xia Wuzhao used the same method to wring out the water from the underwear.

However, Aoi's underwear is made of cotton, while Chiho's is made of smooth silk.

Chiho and Asahi squatted a little distance away from the fire.

Seeing Xia Wuzhao's actions, Chiho deliberately teased, "Xia Wuzhao, what you're holding in your hand right now is my underwear, which I just took off. Don't you have any thoughts about it?"

Xia Wuzhao didn't react at all. His expression was calm, like a skilled assembly line worker wringing out underwear and hanging it on a tree branch.

Because it's made of silk, it's hung a bit higher.

It seems that this is not a girl's underwear, but a rag that can be found anywhere.

Aoi, however, reacted rather strongly, tapping Chiho's head.

Chiho couldn't help but clutch her head, looking at Aoi Asahi: "Hmm?"

"When you said things like 'just took it off,' didn't you ever consider that my bra was also just taken off? You may not care, but I'm very embarrassed."

Aoi was somewhat dissatisfied, so she tapped Chiho again.

Chiho's eyes widened, but Aoi Asahi didn't explain to her, only telling her to stop talking.

Chiho also understood why Aoi Asahi had knocked on her.

But she still couldn't quite understand.

"Don't you love Xia Wuzhao? Don't you like him? Then what's there to be ashamed of doing something like this?"

She was a little confused, but Aoi Asahi didn't explain to Chiho, which left Chiho feeling somewhat helpless.

Chiho stopped paying attention to Aoi Asahi and instead stared at Natsugiri Kai's expression, feeling somewhat frustrated.

"Don't you feel anything at all? This is my personal clothing! Shouldn't you be having all sorts of fantasies? Why aren't you reacting at all?"

The girl felt a pang of sadness, but then an idea popped into her head: "Xia Wu? Which one do you think is prettier?"

Chiho was pointing to the underwear that was drying next to the fire.

“I don’t know,” Xia Wuzhao said. “I don’t know much about underwear.”

"Hehe." Hearing Xia Wuzhao's answer, Qian Sui couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Does beauty and ugliness need to be studied? When you see it for the first time, you will naturally know whether it is beautiful or not."

“Without careful research, any talk of beauty or ugliness is merely flattery,” Xia Wuzhao said, “rather than the facts.”

"This is exactly what I want to hear."

Chiho thought to herself, but complained to the uncooperative Natsugiri Kai: "Just say which one is better, you don't need to think about it."

"Then, silk will do," Xia Wuzhao said casually.

But this answer undoubtedly made Chiho happy.

Chiho was overjoyed to have won this nonsensical comparison that made no sense.

It was as if they had received some kind of supreme honor.

Aoi was surprised, yet she also felt that Chiho was capable of doing such a thing.

"She's really blinded by love, wanting to win at all costs. Even though this doesn't mean Xia Wu likes her, she's still overjoyed."

Asahi Aoi thought this, she pulled her collar up to cover half of her face.

"I'm so good to you!"

Chiho tilted her chin up, smiling broadly: "Which place do you think is good? Natsugiri."

The girl pointed at the underwear and said, "Is it the color? Or the pattern? Or is it just because it's my underwear that you think it's nice?"

She spoke in a very ambiguous way, and kept blinking.

Either answer will increase the girl's favorability.

In a game, the last answer would likely significantly increase favorability.

"However, I don't want you to become too dependent on me, nor do I want you to like me."

"If you can hate me, that would be best."

Xia Wuzhao thought to himself, "Because it's easy to wring out and can be dried very quickly."

"what?"

The girl never expected Xia Wuzhao to say such a thing.

I could accept any choice I made before.

But these words alone did not make Chiho happy.

"So Xia Wuzhao's praise was only because of its practicality, not because of me. If she thought it was good because of the color or the pattern, then I would be happy, because it's my achievement."

Chiho thought to herself, resting her chin on her hand, and asked unwillingly, "Isn't there any other reason?"

Xia Wuzhao answered crisply, "No."

She looked at Xia Wuzhao carefully, but suddenly noticed a problem.

A smile immediately appeared on her face: "I think you're just too embarrassed to say it."

He rested his chin on his hand: "Because you didn't even glance at us once. We're completely unguarded right now, but you didn't look at us even once, not even at the underwear on the tree branch."

"You were just looking at the sky the whole time, so you must have been too embarrassed to say it."

As if she had discovered a flaw in Xia Wuzhao's argument, she made this judgment with absolute certainty.

"That's absolutely right, otherwise why would he act like that?"

"He must like me, otherwise he wouldn't have avoided me like this."

"This time I won! I absolutely won! It's my victory!"

Chiho thought for a moment, then an unrecognizable, bright smile appeared on her face.

"I just thought the sky was an incredibly beautiful blue," Xia Wuzhao said, "which is why I kept looking at it."

Chapter 191 Love Shaped by Coercion and Threat

Xia Wuzhao's reasoning was so lame that anyone could tell it was fake.

After all, Xia Wuzhao often used this reason, and she never even changed her wording.

Chiho's first reaction was anger.

"Are you just giving me this perfunctory treatment? You can't even be bothered to come up with a better excuse?"

But her resentment and anger didn't erupt. Instead, she suppressed them, because even if she exposed them, what difference would it make?

"Xia Wu will use the same excuse next time."

Chiho used a joking tone to cover up her embarrassment: "I've heard this excuse so many times, Natsugiri. Next time, at least choose a new reason."

This seems to be a joke, masking something else entirely.

"Chiho is always good at finding all sorts of excuses to accept everything."

Thinking this, Xia Wuzhao didn't directly answer Chiho's question. Instead, she asked Chiho, "Are you uncomfortable wearing a skirt right now?"

"It's really uncomfortable," Chiho responded subconsciously. "It's all wet and sticky against my body, feeling as heavy as iron. If it weren't for the fact that it's summer, I probably would have caught a cold by now."

She complained, then asked Xia Wu, "What's wrong?"

"nothing."

Xia Wuzhao replied, but then threw a few more dry branches into the campfire, making the flames even bigger.

Chiho could only chat with Aoi Asahi, making small talk about all sorts of things to pass the time while waiting.

However, after about ten minutes, Asahi's top and underwear were dry, but her pants were still very wet.

She took her top and underwear and went behind the tree to change.

Chiho was eager to put on Natsugiri's coat, but Asahi stayed behind the tree for a long time without coming out.

Chiho couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

"Chiho—!"

Aoi called out Chiho's name, signaling her to come over.

Chiho muttered something and walked over.

Behind the tree, the sunflower was already dressed.

Her top was a little small, barely covering her underwear. With even the slightest movement, it would be very easy for it to expose her.

So the sunflowers absolutely refused to leave behind the big tree.

Chiho, however, felt that Asahi Aoi was making a mountain out of a molehill; it was just that Natsugiri had seen her body.

What kind of problem is this?

But Aoi refused, saying, "Natsugiri and I aren't lovers now, so how could we do something like that? Even if we were lovers, we shouldn't be so bold!"

"Asahi, you're so conservative. There's no room for your old-fashioned ideas anymore." Chiho said matter-of-factly, "Now, if you like someone, you should do something bold and give everything to the person you like."

Aoi Asahi disagreed, frowning as she said, "Isn't this just causing trouble for Natsugiri Kai?"

"Doing this is practically forcing Xia Wuzhao to accept you."

"I have given you everything I have, so you must accept me too."

Asahi looked at Chiho and said, "This approach is somewhat despicable."

Chiho, however, looked around and changed the subject.

"Alright, alright. Since Asahi doesn't want to go out, then don't go out. Natsugiri Kai won't mind."

As Chiho said this, she stood to the side and took off her heavy, wet dress.

She couldn't wait to put on her already dried underwear and then slipped on Xia Wuzhao's coat.

After zipping the zipper closer, Chiho had a comfortable expression on her face: "It's so warm."

I couldn't help but lower my head and smell it, but Aoi said, "I've already worn it. Even if it has a scent, it's just the common cherry blossom scent."

After giving Aoi Asahi a slight glare, Chiho picked up her skirt and handed it to Natsugiri Kai.

As Natsumi Kai twisted her skirt, Chiho stood beside her.

She casually asked Xia Wuzhao, "Xia Wu, do you prefer girls who are more proactive or more passive?"

He asked the question casually, but when he listened, he almost perked up his ears.

Asahi Aoi's words just now clearly had a significant impact on Chiho.

It even shook her resolve.

"Am I forcing Xia Wu? How could that be? How can this be called forcing? How could I possibly do that?"

"Summer mist is everything to me, my entire world, the reason I live. How could I possibly do such a thing?"

Chiho thought to herself.

"If he says he likes proactive girls, then he's not wrong. It's Aoi who's wrong."

"If he says he likes passive girls, then he's lying."

"Xia Wuzhao always prefers to remain silent on these kinds of matters, or to give an incorrect but still acceptable answer."

His scarlet eyes looked at Xia Wuzhao, and the flickering flames were reflected in his pupils.

Meanwhile, the sunflower behind the tree trunk was also secretly listening, wanting to know what Natsugiri's answer would be.

Xia Wuzhao said, "I have never liked anyone. If you ask me whether I prefer someone who takes the initiative or someone who is passive, I can't give you a clear answer."

Aoi, who was eavesdropping, was taken aback and felt a little sad.

"Xia Wu, didn't you ever like me? Even with amnesia, don't you have any recollection of me at all?"

She leaned against the tree trunk, hugged her knees, and buried her face in them, making it impossible to see her expression.

All you can see is that long hair flowing in the wind.

"Eh."

Chiho was filled with disappointment; she hoped the answer wasn't like that.