Soft, inexperienced, carrying a faint fragrance unique to a young girl...
All these gentle elements blended together to form this final kiss. This was a true kiss, not the "crazy licker" style of a certain idiot hamster.
Ye Cheng kept his eyes open the entire time, blinking. Fortunately, he already had some experience with this kind of thing. He subconsciously made a comparison. Compared to that time in the cafeteria... this time felt much more special.
Previously in the cafeteria, Dongfang Zhixia was "cornered." With so many people watching, if she didn't kiss back, she would lose face and seem inferior. Perhaps she wasn't entirely repulsed by it, but it ultimately wasn't entirely "voluntary."
This time was different.
No one was forcing her, and no one was cornering her. Everything was her own choice!
The brief, inexperienced moment unique to a young girl quickly ended. Dongfang Zhixia's long eyelashes fluttered slightly as she opened her eyes. The shyness in her eyes flashed by, quickly turning into sharpness and dominance.
Staring at each other wide-eyed.
Opening her eyes, she saw a pair of eyes filled with "wisdom" blinking at her, watching her motionlessly.
Dongfang Zhixia: "..."
Normal developments shouldn't be like this. Show at least a little bit of helplessness and panic, you bastard!
Panicking easily leads to losing the initiative and becoming passive. This was something Dongfang Zhixia didn't want to see. Even though she felt like she was floating right now and her heart was a tangled mess, she still maintained a dominant facade.
Her long, pale hand gripped Ye Cheng's collar. Her toes slowly lowered, and her raised heels touched the ground. A crisp, muffled thud echoed, mixed with the special "sound of money" that came from high-end leather shoes.
"You're quite proud of yourself, aren't you?" Dongfang Zhixia narrowed her eyes, looking "very fierce," though the sides of her stunningly beautiful face were slightly flushed.
Ye Cheng: "..."
Madam President, you're...
Ye Cheng shook his head vigorously, his desire to survive maxed out. Under normal circumstances, human behavior is predictable, but right now, the President was clearly outside the realm of normal circumstances.
God knows what extreme things she might do next. The best approach right now was not to provoke her.
Males and females had once been within Ye Cheng's scope of research and exploration. At a young age, Ye Cheng had discovered that the difference between men and women wasn't simply a matter of a physical "hammer grip."
This was even truer psychologically. Male psychology could practically be classified under child psychology, whereas female psychology was much more complex and was still in the "exploration" stage.
Like an unlocked hero in a game, it was still grayed out, waiting to be unlocked. The terrifying part was that you never knew if there was an end to this so-called "unlocking."
Just when you thought you understood and saw through it all, you'd realize you didn't know jack!
Understand my foot!
Ye Cheng thought the little secretary was just an idiot. Uh... that was actually true, but he hadn't expected the little secretary to turn into a "licker." He had miscalculated.
He couldn't even see through an idiot, so how could he possibly see through the President standing before him, a girl who was practically at max level?
"You're not proud of kissing me?" For some reason, Dongfang Zhixia's face suddenly turned cold, and she became visibly unhappy.
Ye Cheng: "???"
Awesome!!!
Here it comes, here it comes again, the classic dilemma. A fully loaded heavy Barrett in the front, and a blue-fire biochemical Gatling in the back... In short, certain death!
Ye Cheng: "..."
Seeing Dongfang Zhixia unhappy, Ye Cheng nodded vigorously like a chick pecking at rice, stopping just short of kissing her again to show how happy he was.
"Hmph." Dongfang Zhixia snorted softly, the coldness in her eyes dissipating.
It seemed she was very satisfied with this answer.
"Just like I said before, forget what happened in the room. If this idiot asks about it later, you should know what to do... right?"
Dongfang Zhixia narrowed her eyes.
Ye Cheng: "..."
Ye Cheng nodded vigorously to indicate he understood!
The conversation seemed to have reached a "stalemate." Everything that needed to be said had been said, and all instructions had been given, but Dongfang Zhixia didn't know how to end this conversation.
It was as if she had turned into a babbling infant, testing the waters with everything. She didn't know what to say at this moment. Her mind was a mess, and her heart was fluttering, but her brain was exceptionally excited and delighted.
It was even more intense than that time in the cafeteria!
"If this matter is exposed, do you know what the consequences will be?" Dongfang Zhixia opened her mouth to "threaten" him.
Ye Cheng first shook his head, but after thinking about it, he felt something wasn't quite right, so he started nodding vigorously again.
Dongfang Zhixia: "..."
Pitiful, weak, helpless, threatened by a bad woman... This was the truest portrayal of Ye Cheng right now.
Height 185 cm, bench presses 200 kilograms, afraid of school bullying...
Dongfang Zhixia took a deep breath as if making up her mind. She looked around, dragged Ye Cheng into a surveillance blind spot, and then...
From the void, imperial majesty descended, a terrifying aura emerged, space and time twisted, countless ancient starry paths collapsed, and countless great DAOs crumbled in an instant. Accompanied by faint Sanskrit chanting, five words echoed across the nine heavens and ten earth... Heaven-Shrouding Great Handprint!
"Ayanokouji's signature crime handprint!"
Ye Cheng: "!!!"
Ye Cheng's eyes widened perfectly round, looking as if he had seen a ghost.
"Then the young miss you mentioned will find out about what just happened, do you understand?" Dongfang Zhixia pretended to be calm, but in reality, she was about to lose her composure. The blood all over her body was restless and rushing to her face, but she forcefully suppressed it!
Ye Cheng: "..."
What... despicable methods.
So will there be more despicable things like this in the future... I'm asking for a friend.
"You're quite proud of yourself, aren't you?" Dongfang Zhixia wore a "smile."
Ye Cheng: "..."
When did he fall under an illusion?
Didn't she just say that?
Forget it, whatever.
With his previous experience, Ye Cheng had learned to be smart this time, nodding vigorously!
Dongfang Zhixia: "..."
Being angry was wrong, but not being angry... was also wrong.
Finally, she ruthlessly twisted Ye Cheng's ear twice, stomped on his foot, snorted softly, and left, walking out of the surveillance blind spot and returning to the hospital room.
Tap, tap, tap. The sound of footsteps gradually faded away. Ye Cheng watched the President leave, and then... silently decided never to wash his hands for the rest of his life!
The President's grace could never be fully repaid!
Loyalty!!!
"Bang!"
The moment the door closed, Dongfang Zhixia could finally no longer suppress it. Her face turned completely red as she covered her mouth, trying her best not to make a sound and wake up the little secretary who had just fallen asleep.
What... what was she just doing!
Was she crazy!
Rather than saying she was threatening Ye Cheng... it was more accurate to say her selfish desires were too strong and she wanted to give Ye Cheng a sweet taste.
It would be one thing if it were anyone else, but Ye Cheng was too smart to be bluffed. Dongfang Zhixia had acted as if possessed just now, completely disregarding all of that. If she wanted Ye Cheng to be obedient, she had her own methods; why bother bringing up the young miss?
It felt more like she was finding a suitable excuse for her own behavior.
After a long while, a sigh echoed through the hospital ward. Dongfang Zhixia stood beside the little secretary's bed. The flush on her cheeks had faded, leaving her eyes filled with helplessness and confusion.
"You idiot, this is the one thing I can't give up for you..."
...
Meanwhile.
At the other end of the hospital, in another ward.
Ye Cheng stood at the doorway. He walked in, backed out, walked in again, and backed out again... After confirming that this was indeed the ward he had been staying in, he fell into a deep silence.
"Where did the Young Miss go?" Ye Cheng muttered, beginning to question his very reality.
The Young Miss was angry + The Young Miss ran away = The Young Miss was gone!
Ye Cheng: "..."
NO!!!
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rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
