Qiao Yu had removed his outer jacket, his carefully tailored white shirt tightly bound by black chains. A whip mark stretched from his right shoulder to left waist, the shirt torn with a long slit, tiny blood threads seeping out, looking quite horrifying.
As her gaze slowly moved up, Qiao Yu’s expression made Jian Ning freeze.
She knew Qiao Yu was handsome, but never imagined he could be this sensually attractive.
Sweat beading at his temples, hair disheveled yet defiant, lips crimson, eyes misty and provocative as they fixed on her. It was still Qiao Yu’s face, but damn, he was incredibly sexy right now.
Qiao Yu deliberately lifted his chin, eyes slightly narrowed, speaking breathlessly: “Brother Hao… do you like me now?”
Jian Ning snapped back and struck again with the whip.
Like hell.
She’d seen plenty of handsome guys before. Qiao Yu was just slightly better, not enough to move her heart.
Qiao Yu’s dramatic moan suddenly cut off midway.
“…Stop!” he suddenly shouted.
Jian Ning, now somewhat adapted to this scum protagonist persona, twirled the whip and lifted his chin like a tyrant: “What’s with all these interruptions?”
Qiao Yu frowned, forcefully turning his head: “It’s me.”
“………”
Jian Ning was exasperated: “You’re here again?!”
Switching between main and alternate personalities, was he playing with her?
Jian Ning irritably threw down the whip, hands on her hips: “Can’t you two coordinate your timing? I’m about to go on strike!”
Qiao Yu lay on the bench, unresponsive.
Jian Ning waited a while, impatiently kicking the bench leg: “Hey, I’m talking to you.”
“Go sleep,” Qiao Yu barely spoke, his voice cold and tense, as if grinding his teeth, “I want to be alone.
Is this finally reacting, feeling shy?
Jian Ning suddenly perked up, deliberately squatting in front of him: “I’m older than you?”
Qiao Yu turned his head to the side, his embarrassed brow furrowing into a frown.
Jian Ning moved a few steps closer again, teasing: “Brother Hao?”
Qiao Yu choked on a breath and simply closed his eyes, playing dead.
If he had known earlier that the alternate personality was not only a clingy dog but had also self-learned flirting skills, he would have died before waking up now!
