I really don't want to date a girl addicted to the internet!

He sized up the seemingly aloof girl, who appeared perfectly normal. After Nagasaki Asuna discovered this and became enraged, the girl had taken all those things back.

Shen Xi noticed his gaze out of the corner of her eye, and quickly crossed an arm across her chest, glaring at him fiercely before gritting her teeth, "One isn't enough? Asking a girl for these things, what are you planning to eat or do with them? It's disgusting."

He covered his mouth as he spoke to himself, his eyes slightly narrowed, as if he were about to gag at any moment.

"Didn't you willingly lose to me as a bet? What are you cursing about now?" the young man finally managed to ask, barely managing to hold back his question.

Perhaps the Protoss Queen enjoys this feeling, he guessed.

"Trash, if you like it, then keep watching. This time, I'll satisfy all your filthy fantasies that can't be brought to light." The girl gritted her teeth and glared at him.

Once he focused his attention, the girl took a deep breath, stood in front of him, and slowly bent down. Her small hands moved behind her school uniform skirt, and this time the movements were much slower than the previous two. Her deliberate and performative movements made him think about the process.

As those slender, long legs were lifted one after the other, something unspeakable was deftly removed and then held in the hand.

The aloof girl who accomplished this task had no change in her cold and beautiful face. Just as Nagasaki Asuna said, she remained expressionless. If one hadn't seen it with their own eyes, it would have been impossible to imagine what secrets were hidden beneath her reserved and ladylike exterior.

Shen Xi glanced at the wall, her eyes flickering, then reached out her small hand and handed the bundle to the boy, her tone devoid of any emotion, "Trash, take it. Do whatever you want with it when you get back, just don't let me know."

Although he wanted to emphasize that he had absolutely no interest in it, the boy still obediently accepted the warm and soft presence and carefully put it away.

Seeing his actions, the girl turned her face away, her eyes narrowed slightly, as if she couldn't bear to watch.

After he finished, the girl glanced at him and then spoke to the wall, "Trash, what do you want to do to me now? It's a date anyway, do whatever you want."

As soon as she finished speaking, she stood motionless on the edge of the bed, still wearing her uniform shoes, as if she would grit her teeth and agree even if the boy asked her to go out shopping right now.

"Then please come into my arms, Teacher Shen." The boy opened his arms.

"Should we face each other horizontally or face to face?" The girl's eyelashes fluttered slightly, her serious tone like that of someone carrying out a mission.

"If you can, face me. Thank you for your hard work, Ms. Shen." The boy looked at her.

"Trash." The girl muttered under her breath, leaving her uniform shoes on the ground with her usual elegant movements. She then moved to the boy's side, snuggling into his arms again and resting her head on his shoulder, just like before.

This time, however, I sat subtly a little further away, only leaning my upper body forward, as if there were thorns below that I needed to avoid.

The boy looked down and carefully observed the two small, soft creatures that were kneeling with their bottoms facing upwards. Even under the black cloth, their delicate shapes could still be seen. They were slightly curled up, proving that their owner's mood was not as calm as it appeared.

"Teacher Shen, I have a request." The boy said earnestly.

"What?" The girl looked up at him, her small face expressionless.

"Can I say I guessed right on that last dice roll?" The boy tightened his grip on her lower back.

"Don't dream, if I didn't guess it, I didn't guess it." The girl turned her face away without hesitation.

"I'm begging you, Your Highness." The boy nudged her.

"If you can't do it yourself, calling on Your Highness won't help." The girl's face was tense, and her tone left no room for argument.

"Then Her Majesty the Empress?" the boy asked tentatively.

“Calling her Her Majesty the Empress is even less effective.” The girl frowned.

"Is this little cutie alright now?" The boy peeked into her field of vision.

"Calling me 'cutie' won't help!" The girl abruptly turned her face to the other side, just like countless times before, as if their heads were repelling magnets.

"Then what should it be called? Please advise, Teacher Shen." The boy clasped his hands together.

“Calling me whatever you want is useless. Don’t think that just because I do this to you I will endlessly satisfy your filthy and disgusting demands.” The girl glared at him sternly.

"Isn't that how Teacher Shen is? On the surface, she seems cold and unapproachable, but she's actually gentle, tolerant, and lovely inside. She's also very indulgent towards me, and she'll do whatever I ask of her, even if she seems extremely reluctant," the boy said with certainty.

"Nonsense, who do you think I am?" The girl punched his shoulder.

"They are my teacher, wife, and mother," the boy said without a hint of guilt.

The girl stared at him, her eyes widening slightly. Her brows furrowed, and she shivered. Her complex expression was a mixture of shock, bewilderment, and disgust. "Just how absurd are Cheng Feiyu's fantasies about me? I can't understand how you could say such crazy things."

"In my mind, Teacher Shen is a perfect embodiment of these three aspects," the boy said matter-of-factly.

"That sounds nice, but all you're really doing is filling me with pathetic, lewd desires, throwing all sorts of ridiculous accusations at me, making me your perfect outlet for your venting. I can't take it anymore, I really feel like throwing up." The girl's face grew paler as she spoke, her eyes wide as she stared into the void, her small hand covering her mouth.

"So it really won't work? This is my only request today, I want the service of Her Highness the Princess." The boy looked at the delicate little face so close to his.

"Hypocritical trash, before they said they didn't care and it was the same whether you used their legs or feet, but now they're doing this here." The girl took a deep breath, her face showing a sense of pity for their misfortune.

"I'm sorry, I admit that was just being stubborn. Actually, I care a lot and really want the princess's service." The boy became devout.

"Disgusting, nobody here is here to serve you." The girl glared at him fiercely.

"I'm wrong. In any case, I humbly beg Your Highness to grant my request," the boy continued devoutly.

"How could someone so brazenly make such a request of me? I must be crazy to be with a ruthless person like Cheng Feiyu." The girl stared at the wall, her eyes flickering, as if she were engaged in a fierce internal struggle.

"Teacher Shen, you're the best." The boy gently patted her back.

The girl clenched her teeth, her body trembling, whether from nervousness or something else, she couldn't tell. "It's always like this, they'll say anything nice when they want me to do something."

“Even kind words are sincere kind words.” The boy nodded to himself.

The girl took a deep breath, her flat chest heaving. She gripped his shoulder tightly, her nails digging into his flesh through his clothes. Staring at the wall, her voice trembled slightly, "Trash, listen to me."

"Please go on, Ms. Shen." The boy quickly looked at her.

"It's not that I can't reluctantly satisfy your ugly delusions," the girl took another deep breath, "but..."

"but?"

"First, no touching is allowed; only I can do it," the girl said slowly, emphasizing each word.

"Yes."

"Secondly, I did this out of good intentions, but if they dare to act like beasts and do something inhuman to me, I will never forgive them."

"Don't worry."

"Third, I need to hear you when you do it."

"Hear?"

"Confess honestly what you're obsessed with about me, especially what attracts Cheng Feiyu more than the one surnamed Lin, to atone for your past sins." The girl raised her chin, giving off a deliberately nonchalant air.

The boy observed the small face that seemed to harbor some kind of resentment and asked in surprise, "You're still holding a grudge?"

"What did you say?" The girl looked at him, her eyes narrowing.

"It's nothing," the boy quickly shook his head.

"Trash! I'll remember those two-faced and disobedient remarks you made for the rest of my life. If you don't repent and start anew, you might as well die!" The girl suddenly became furious and punched his shoulder hard.

"Understood, please give me a chance to make amends, Teacher Shen." The boy nodded immediately.

"Then don't move." The girl glared at him one last time, but instead of getting as close as the boy had expected, she climbed to the other side of the bed, opened the bedside table drawer, and started rummaging through it.

"Teacher Shen, what are you doing?" the boy asked, puzzled.

"Shut up." The girl said coldly and without any politeness, taking out a familiar prop.

It had been used so many times that only half of the translucent bottle remained.

"Teacher Shen, is it necessary to use this?" The boy was stunned.

"What's wrong with Cheng Feiyu?" The girl stared at him, her expression becoming inscrutable.

"I don't think so, since you can do it yourself..." The boy hesitated.

"Sorry, I don't know how!" The girl turned her face away, raised her voice, and said matter-of-factly.

"How could it not be possible?" the boy asked, bewildered.

"No means no. Don't think I'm like a shameless, low-class fox spirit who can easily produce those disgusting reactions." The girl narrowed her eyes.

"So far, you're hardly inferior to Nagasaki Asuna in terms of shamelessness, are you?" The boy swallowed his words.

"At least try it first, and if it doesn't work, then we can use it?" The boy had an almost sudden inspiration.

"There's no point in trying if you don't know how." The girl's cold voice left no room for argument.

How will you know if you can do it if you don't try?

"What does Cheng Feiyu want now? If you dare to disobey again, you won't get anything!" The girl's sharp gaze swept over him, as if she was furious.

The boy swallowed hard and nodded honestly, "As long as Your Highness is happy."

Whether he doesn't know how or is planning to use props to cover something up, it seems he won't find out the answer to that question today.

Next, the aloof girl returned to him with practiced ease, then buried her face completely in his chest, wrapping her arms around his neck to hold herself firmly.

Her frail body trembled violently and stiffened at first, then she took a deep breath as if she had made up her mind, and you could even feel her rapid heartbeat before she moved closer to the boy.

Once again, it was as if a cherry blossom petal, perfectly shaped and colored, had fallen from the warm breeze of early spring. Its texture was incredibly soft and delicate, carrying a hint of cool moisture. This indescribably beautiful existence descended upon the boy's heart, and felt more real than ever before.

The aloof girl, her face buried in her hands, was trembling on her small shoulders, conveying a sense of extreme hardship.

968. Lin Xuanqi is sick.

In the quiet room, the aloof girl with her face buried in her hands was working on her own, pausing occasionally to adjust her pace, as if conducting a comparative experiment. Her long, silky, waist-length, jet-black hair was like a smooth black blanket spread out in the boy's arms.

During this process, the girl made no strange noises, making the boy wonder whether her hidden face was expressionless and indifferent, or whether she was desperately keeping her pink and stubborn lips tightly closed.

The boy thought for a moment, then gave up on pondering this question that was destined to have no answer. Instead, he turned to feel those slender and beautiful works of art that had somehow become his own. The taut black fabric felt so comfortable that it gave him the urge to pick it up and savor every inch of it.

"How disgusting. You stare at my face and feet all day, spouting your filthy fantasies at me. Is that what you want me to do, to satisfy your filthy desires like a princess? Answer me, you trash." The girl's words were intermittent. When the two of them first climbed to the rooftop of the club activity building side by side, she was also breathing with difficulty, her neatly trimmed nails digging into the boy's neck.

"Your Highness, you've gone to great lengths to satisfy me." The young man held her small, soft body, feeling her squirming with extreme disgust.

"Trash, don't think you'll get away with this by saying nice things." The girl's voice was muffled as she buried her face in her hands, seemingly suppressing her anger, but she showed no sign of stopping. "For a servant to make me, the princess, do such a thing is an act of insubordination and treason, and you must be severely punished afterwards."

"How should we punish her severely?" The young man gently stroked her, curious. "By the way, is today actually princess mode? So cute."

"Enough nonsense. Anyway, Cheng Feiyu pinned this on me herself, so I'll grant your wish. I'll serve you as your servant for the rest of my life, treating you like a princess. That'll be enough to satisfy you." The girl spoke with a gritted-teeth tone, but it was so soft and intermittent that it lacked any real force.

"Yes, then Teacher Shen can rest assured to be my princess for the rest of her life." The young man pressed down on her soft flesh, which was tightly wrapped in black cloth, as if he were bowing to a subordinate.

"I feel like throwing up. Do sewer rats really like staring at feet? I can't understand it." The girl became even more disdainful. "Then I might as well just step on them later. Cheng Feiyu, you have no ambition at all."

"As long as Her Highness the Princess wants to do it, she can do whatever she wants." The boy became even more unrestrained.

"Nonsense, nobody here wants to do that kind of thing. They just jump around like fish that have just come ashore. They really are disgusting aquatic mammals, even more disgusting than ordinary rats." The girl took a deep breath, her frail body trembling, as if she really felt a physical aversion, although the work progress was still unaffected.

"Your Highness's imagination is truly remarkable," the boy exclaimed.

"We're just stating the facts; nobody here wants to imagine those things."

"Then I have another request, but of course, if Your Highness is unwilling, then so be it."

"What ugly wish do you want to fulfill this time?"

"I want a princess in her adorable mode."

Stop dreaming.

"These are my only two requests today."

"Shameless trash, if you say it didn't happen, then it didn't happen. It's impossible for that to happen again today."

"Why? Does switching modes have a skill cooldown period?"

"It's already this disgusting, I don't want to do anything even more disgusting."

"You promised me that just now?"

"Stop distorting the facts. Nobody agreed with you from beginning to end."

"You clearly used this to lure me into taking the test, didn't you?"

"Oh, so what? This is like cheese that lures mice into the cage; there's never any guarantee that you'll get to eat it. It's all your own choice."

"That's too cruel!"

"So Cheng Feiyu has a problem with me now?!"

"I wouldn't dare. If it really doesn't work out, then forget it. Actually, I'm fine. Your Highness is already very cute right now."

"Trash, here we go again. Stop pretending." The girl punched him in frustration and fell silent. Just when the boy thought she wasn't going to say anything, she whispered, "If you really want it, this is the most you can get."

As soon as she finished speaking, the aloof girl, who had been burying her face in her hands, released his neck. She slowly placed her small hands on either side of her head, raised her index and middle fingers, and asked in a suppressed tremor, "Are you satisfied with what I promised you before?"

The boy looked at the girl in his arms with her rabbit ears standing up. Perhaps because she had lost her arms for support, her work became slow, like a snow rabbit living on a secluded moon. Every small jump and landing was slowed down.