The striking man sitting at the highest point chuckled, “Indeed interesting. No wonder you managed to defeat our elite assassins with just eight banana peels.”
I was stunned. The eight banana peels story had spread everywhere? I laughed stupidly and then, about to bow as in TV shows, the Cult Leader waved his hand, indicating I shouldn’t bow. “Beautiful one, come here, to my side.”
These words were complicated.
Though said without malice, in my ears, it sounded like: “Babe, come, give me a smile.”
I suddenly wanted to collapse but, fearing death, obediently went over. Looking at his enchanting face, I asked, “Cult Leader, what can I do for you?” This translated to: “Sir, how would you like me to smile? A big laugh? Hysterical laughter? Or a fake smile?”
Unexpectedly, the Cult Leader embraced me. I fell into his arms. Damn, this is harassment! I screamed internally but couldn’t voice my thoughts. Who knows what this Cult Leader’s temperament was like? He could ‘snap’ at any moment.
The Demonic Cult Leader’s breath brushed past my neck, tickling yet making me afraid to move. The atmosphere was ambiguous. Great Allah, I’m not having an affair – this shameless Cult Leader is harassing me! He dismissed everyone coldly, saying, “You may all leave.”
Now we were alone. The so-called magical powder on my body hasn’t dissipated yet. Even without it, I probably couldn’t defeat this leader. If he devours me completely, no one would know. In my life, for the first time, I pleaded, “Cult Leader…”
I hadn’t even finished my sentence when he turned my face towards him, tightly gripping my chin, forcing me to look directly into his bewitching eyes. His eyelashes were so long, his nose high, his lips rose-red. “Baby, don’t call me Cult Leader. I have a name too – Xiao Chen Yue. Call me Chen.”
I frowned. “T^T Fine, Chen.” I wanted to slap him; he was so utterly shameless! I have a husband; don’t you dare mess around!
To break the awkwardness, I asked, “Chen, do you have a wife?” I originally wanted to say that if he didn’t have one, I’d help him find one. Who knew he would blurt out: “Have. You.” Damn, I’m not your wife!
