Give Her a Chance to Flirt! - Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Yu Yihan was an atheist, until she encountered something so absurd and bizarre—or rather, until she encountered Lin Momo.

Less than ten minutes after shaking Lin Momo off at the mall, the woman appeared before her again, like a relentless evil spirit.

When Yu Yihan saw Lin Momo for the second time, an indescribable cold seeped out from the marrow of her bones, and her blood completely congealed and froze.

Yu Yihan’s consciousness was imprisoned within her body by a force of unknown origin, molding her into a puppet at Lin Momo’s mercy, reacting to every flicker of Lin Momo’s expressions.

Stiff, ugly, disgusting, and preposterous.

When looking at Yu Yihan, the greed and self-satisfaction in the depths of Lin Momo’s eyes were unconcealed, as if she were treating Yu Yihan as prey that had fallen into her net.

That blatant scrutiny and appraisal not only made Yu Yihan want to vomit but also made her realize that Lin Momo was not acting unintentionally. She understood exactly what kind of power she possessed and was attempting to use it to achieve her filthy, despicable goals.

Yu Yihan tried her best to assess the situation and provide an analysis objectively and calmly, but there was no way to break the spell.

Even if she wanted to send a message to Yao Wei or Ruan Meng, even if she wanted to signal Lin Jiu with her eyes, she couldn’t move even a single eyelash of her body.

This body no longer belonged to her.

And when the tea soup brewed by Lin Momo appeared—when that yellowed, bitter failure was swallowed by her body—she watched helplessly as her body gave unreserved praise.

In that instant, Yu Yihan’s anger was completely frozen over, even condensing into a sharp, piercing line of killing intent.

But a power that exceeded her understanding left her powerless to struggle. She didn’t even have a basic grasp of what this was, so how could there be room to break the deadlock?

The best-case scenario was for her to lie dormant within the body, waiting for a later chance to seize back control. But how much torture would she have to endure in the process?

To a certain extent, Yu Yihan was an extremely proud person. Just the thought of such a future caused her agonizing pain, yet she was helpless.

Just as she was completely swept away by this emotion and falling into an endless, heavy darkness, a familiar scent of orchids drifted to her nose.

Perhaps because she had lost control of her body and only her soul remained, this tea fragrance rushed straight toward her. It actually caused her soul to tremble and shiver; her entire being was washed and dyed by the orchid fragrance born from Lin Jiu’s hands.

As if her final self was also being completely occupied, Yu Yihan’s soul was dragged into a vortex, swaying along with the lingering, clear sweetness—

Her chest surged with a craving for the tea fragrance, as if every cell in her body had gone mad for it.

The invisible force imprisoning Yu Yihan suddenly collapsed and receded like a retreating tide.

And her fingertips, as if guided by desire, moved directly toward Lin Jiu—

This time, she went willingly.

In the blink of an eye, Yu Yihan drained Lin Jiu’s Longjing tea, grabbed Lin Jiu, and rushed out of the private booth, leaving the pushed-open door to swing shut slowly.

The two figures disappeared outside the door.

Ruan Meng and Yao Wei looked at each other in bewilderment:

“What’s going on?”

Nearby, Lin Momo’s expression was incredibly unsightly, even somewhat distorted.

How did Yu Yihan escape the control of the Halo?

She stood up abruptly, her chair making a harsh scraping sound on the floor:

“I’m going out to look.”

Lin Jiu, who had been suddenly dragged out, was equally dazed. Although she knew a bit more than Ruan Meng, the system hadn’t told her about this kind of situation.

“What’s wrong with Yu Yihan?”

The system’s voice sounded even more bewildered.

“I don’t know, this shouldn’t be happening, it’s impossible.”

“?”

The system comforted Lin Jiu.

“Let’s wait and see, don’t panic.”

Lin Jiu’s wrist was gripped by Yu Yihan as she was led into a light jog down the hallway. Within a few steps, they ducked behind a fire door.

The heavy fire door closed behind them, bringing with it the cool air of the stairwell. Lin Jiu looked at Yu Yihan, who was constantly adjusting her breathing, and asked tentatively:

“President Yu?”

“Thank you.”

Yu Yihan’s thanks came out of nowhere. Lin Jiu parted her lips, just about to ask why, when her gaze fell upon Yu Yihan’s frost-covered face.

Could it be…

“Yu Yihan seems to have broken free from the Halo?”

“But why is she thanking you? Host, what did you do behind my back again?”

Lin Jiu clenched her small fists while wearing a metaphorical black pot of blame and a head full of question marks. Recalling what the system had said earlier, she sneered:

“I didn’t crawl onto Yu Yihan to seduce her.”

Regardless of the reason, as Lin Jiu looked at Yu Yihan’s eyes which had regained their clarity, she was quite happy that Yu Yihan could escape the control.

She was just about to say something when Lin Momo’s voice came faintly from outside the fire door:

“Yu Yihan, are you there?”

To Lin Jiu’s ears, that voice sounded very ordinary. But as the call drifted in, Lin Jiu keenly noticed that Yu Yihan’s expression changed abruptly.

Her clear gaze gradually turned dark and heavy, slowly looking toward the direction of the voice. She seemed very unwilling, as if an invisible pair of hands were forcibly twisting her head to make her turn around.

Bit by bit, Yu Yihan’s struggle emerged clearly, but she couldn’t resist it.

Lin Momo’s sharp voice rang out again:

“Yu Yihan—”

This time it was even closer.

Yu Yihan’s agony intensified.

No one could remain indifferent to such a silent howl of pain.

Ignoring the system, Lin Jiu reached out to grip Yu Yihan’s forearm, leaning in close to her and pressing her lips together:

“Yu Yihan, I’m here.”

Other than telling Yu Yihan she was there, Lin Jiu didn’t know what else she could do to help her.

Lin Jiu’s movements froze.

In the next second, her forearm was gripped back as Yu Yihan took control.

With a spin, her back was pressed against the bluish-gray fire door. Yu Yihan, carrying the scent of cold pine, leaned over her body.

Lin Jiu’s head was forced to the side, exposing her neck. Yu Yihan nuzzled into the crook of her neck, her breathing long and heavy.

Damp, burning hot, and spraying wantonly—each breath was heavier than the last, as if she had become addicted.