Entangled with a Gloomy Creep in an Explicit Novel - Chapter 9

The expression on Jin Yongyi’s face was frozen, yet her pupils could not stop trembling.

Why was he unable to say three sentences without mentioning Zhao Fuzhou? He was constantly trying to fish for information about her relationship with Zhao Fuzhou and the things that had happened between them.

This pervert… could he be interested in both men and women?

Only when someone cares deeply about a person do they want to know everything about them. There must be a hidden secret between those two.

“I do not like your eyes.”

The hand resting on the back of Jin Yongyi’s neck pressed inward sharply. She tumbled into his embrace and heard his laughing warning in her ear. Goosebumps involuntarily rose on her skin.

“If you look at me like that again, I will gouge your eyeballs out and turn them into pendants for you.”

“…”

A pervert, through and through.

After cursing him in her heart, Jin Yongyi’s nerves calmed down significantly. She decisively wrapped her arms around his waist and whimpered: “You are so mean!”

The Master let out a light laugh. It sounded quite cold, as if he was not falling for her act.

She could not worry about that now. Jin Yongyi hurried to wrap the whip around his waist.

“You still have not told me what your relationship is with Zhao Fuzhou.”

After looping it once around his waist, Jin Yongyi thought about how to bind his wrists, so she answered casually: “It is exactly the kind of relationship you are thinking of.”

While she was fully concentrated on fumbling around behind his waist, he suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her forward.

“What does that mean?”

“…” This man was so troublesome. Why not just ask Zhao Fuzhou himself when they met later instead of making things difficult for her?

Jin Yongyi’s mind raced. She put on a tearful, pitiful expression and replied: “My father is dead, my mother is mad, and I was defiled by him. He did not even spare my child. I want to seek revenge and make him return my child…”

“Tell the truth.” His eyes darkened.

“Oh.” Jin Yongyi stopped instantly and laughed. “We are not close.”

She forced an awkward smile and pointed at her head. “Actually, it happened like this. A few days ago, I accidentally ran into a tree and got amnesia. He saved me, and I thought he looked exactly like the husband of my dreams! But now I remember everything. We are not close, not at all! Actually, my husband looks more like you. Haha!”

“Not a single word out of your mouth is true.”

The curve of the Master’s lips slowly rose as his eyes fixed unblinkingly on her.

When people are embarrassed, they tend to look very busy. Because they were so close, Jin Yongyi knew her words sounded like nonsense. She did not dare to look him in the eye, and her gaze darted around awkwardly as she nearly whistled to hide her discomfort.

A touch of coolness suddenly pressed against her cheek. It was clearly a gentle caress, yet it made her shiver for no reason.

“Do you know the consequences of lying to me?”

“…W… what?”

His eyes curved with his smile as he slowly leaned in closer to her.

Such a handsome, roguish face wearing such a mismatched, feminine smile made Jin Yongyi’s hair stand on end. The horror of this moment was no less than a scene from a thriller where a killer approaches his prey with a chainsaw.

Saying they were enemies was wrong, and saying they were strangers was also wrong. How was she supposed to answer?

Just as his face was about to touch hers, Jin Yongyi slammed her eyes shut and shouted: “I will tell the truth!”

“…” He backed off slightly, still looking at her with a smile.

Jin Yongyi swallowed hard and said: “Actually… I like him. Between a man and a woman, it is just those things. I did encounter danger, and he was the one who saved me. I did not lie to you about that. It was love at first sight, and I wanted to give myself to him, but he did not seem to understand my feelings. So, I found an excuse and followed him as I wished.”

After speaking, she hung her head, not daring to look up for fear he would realize she was still lying.

The hand on her cheek caressed her intimately before withdrawing.

Jin Yongyi’s eyes brightened. She cheered internally, thinking this explanation had worked. She peeked up to check his mood and found him tilting his head slightly. He no longer wore that fake smile.

She had guessed correctly; the two of them really had a secret. This pervert could not stand to hear anyone say anything bad about Zhao Fuzhou. As soon as he heard someone praising or liking Zhao Fuzhou, he became happy. Perhaps the Illusion Slave was not punished for incompetence, but for speaking ill of Zhao Fuzhou.

Tsk tsk.

Everything left a trail.

Jin Yongyi immediately brought out the 108 ways to praise someone that she had learned online. Her praise for Zhao Fuzhou flowed like a river, and her love for him was as steadfast as a mountain.

She almost moved herself to tears.

The Master’s expression brightened considerably: “I could not tell you liked him that much.”

Jin Yongyi secretly rolled her eyes. You are not Zhao Fuzhou, so what do you know?

She regretfully took his hand and let out a theatrical sigh: “Since I am now your beautiful slave, I should forget the past and focus on serving you. Please do not let me see him again, or I will not be able to stop myself from running into his arms!”

“So if he and I appeared together, who would you choose?”

Jin Yongyi intertwined her fingers with his and used the whip to bind their hands together, answering dismissively: “It would have been him before, but from now on, I only have you.”

The whip was not long enough. Instead of binding him alone, it was better to tie him to her. She did not need to hide from him anyway; she needed to stay with him. Now she just had to wait for the drug to take effect, then she would strike and finish him off.

But was this drug actually working? Why was he not fainting yet?

Jin Yongyi looked up impatiently and met his eyes. He looked pleased, yet his eyes were hollow.

“Jin Yongyi. You really are very interesting.”

“…” Was that a compliment or sarcasm?

A sudden sense of strangeness spread through her body. Jin Yongyi felt as if she had felt this inexplicable sensation somewhere before, but she could not remember exactly when.

Just as she was about to return the compliment, she saw the Master lower his eyes and shake his head slightly.

It seemed the drug was starting to work!

She excitedly watched his reaction and asked knowingly: “What is wrong?”

The Master’s eyes were half-closed, and his posture was unstable: “What did you do?”

“Me?” Jin Yongyi blinked her innocent eyes and said blankly: “I did not do anything.”

She moved her arm, swinging their intertwined hands back and forth.

Jin Yongyi secretly mocked him for falling into her trap, but her mouth still held no truth: “Oh dear, are you sleepy? It is indeed late. Since you are not in the mood, I will not force you.”

Seeing him struggle to stand, Jin Yongyi happily leaned in to support him, half-pushing and half-pulling him toward the bed.

“If you are tired, just sleep. I will stay with you. Be good.”

“Hmm? Do not force yourself. It is natural to want to sleep at night. If you think too much before bed, you will have a headache when you wake up.”

“How about I sing you a lullaby?”

Jin Yongyi dropped him onto the bed, coaxing him while untying the restraints on her hand. She did not stop singing until he slowly closed his eyes.

“Look at you, not being good at all. You are lucky you met me. If you had dared to lay a hand on Zhao Fuzhou, you would have been turned into a pile of dirt long ago.” Jin Yongyi pinched his face, taking the opportunity to get revenge.

Fearing the drug might wear off soon, she did not dare to be too reckless. She immediately got off the bed to find a tool. She searched the room, but besides the small props on the table that had some damaging potential, there was nothing else.

Even though he was the scum of society, Jin Yongyi did not have the stomach to whip him until he was bloody.

She thought for half a minute and decided to use the old method.

She should strike hard at the source of all evil.

Jin Yongyi took a deep breath, raised her leg, aimed at that spot, gritted her teeth, and closed her eyes as she kicked down hard.

A light laughs suddenly exploded in the quiet space, filled with a hint of disdain and excitement.

Her ankle was grabbed. A piercing chill, like a bloodthirsty insect, began to crawl up from her calf.

Jin Yongyi snapped her eyes open, and the color drained from her face.

The man lying on the bed did not look unconscious at all. He was smiling faintly, but he mischievously squeezed her leg and yanked her onto the bed.