"Defeated opponent, defeated opponent, defeated opponent..." Xiyan lazily fiddled with her ear. "If you still can’t hear , how about I record it as your phone ringtone?"
Xia Shiyi was practically fuming with rage. "Plastic surgery witch, do you think you’re all that?"
Xiyan’s eyes narrowed slightly. "Who are you calling plastic?"
"You, of course!" How else could she go from having her face ruined in a car accident to suddenly looking like this?
Ugh, what’s so great about looking good anyway? Xia Xiyan was nothing more than a sly fox!
"Ha." Xiyan didn’t get angry, but instead laughed. She reached up and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, giving Shiyi a playful glance. "I don’t even need plastic surgery. But you? Next ti you go under the knife, don’t copy again, alright? Ever heard of the phrase ’Dongshi imitating beauty’?"
For a mont, Xia Shiyi was speechless.
She had been gaining more fa recently, and had beco increasingly obsessed with her appearance.
Just a few days ago, she had gotten fillers and lip enhancents.
For as long as Xia Shiyi could rember, she had harbored resentnt towards the once-famous Sumr.
Whether it was facial features, photo styles, or even brand positioning...
Everything had been ticulously crafted to mimic the forr Sumr.
To Xia Shiyi, she believed she was using her own way to replace Sumr.
But now? What is this supposed to an? Xia Xiyan had actually co back—and she looked even more stunning!
"Stop being so smug. Isn’t it just so asly school ambassador role? Fine, I’ll let you have it! The future’s long, let’s see who really outshines whom!"
After throwing down her words aggressively, Xia Shiyi turned and stord off.
Xiyan’s lips pulled into a mocking smirk. "OK, let’s see, who ends up shining brighter."
Xia Shiyi, go ahead and enjoy your mont now—if you end up surpassing , I’ll admit defeat!
I’ve already said it—starting today, your little show is over.
Because... I’m back!
Xiyan turned around, but sharp pain radiated from her knee.
Hiss...
Before going on stage, Xia Shiyi had deliberately tripped her, causing her to take a nasty fall and badly injure her knee.
Now, every step hurt.
Earlier on stage, she had stayed frozen in place the entire ti.
It was simply because... the damn wound hurt like hell QAQ.
She leaned against the wall and slowly moved forward, but in the very next second, her feet left the ground.
"Ah—" She gasped in shock, lifting her head to be t with Ou Jue’s devastatingly handso face.
What the heck? Why was he suddenly backstage? Nearly scared the life out of her.
And without saying a word, he picked her up—just like that—in a full-on princess carry.
The kind of carry that would make any teenage girl swoon...
"Why are you suddenly carrying ?" Xiyan tilted her small face up.
Ou Jue held her tightly, staring straight ahead without sparing her a glance. His expression seed a bit grim. "Your walking posture is too ugly—it offends my eyes."
... There he goes roasting her again.
Then why did the Demon look so angry?
What was his deal anyway?
It’s not like she had offended him recently, right?
Xiyan stole a quick sideways glance, recalling the way those boys had shouted her na earlier.
And then she thought about Ou Jue’s terrifying possessiveness...
Uh-oh, a strong sense of survival instinct suddenly welled up inside her.
She grinned mischievously and rubbed her head against his chest, lifting her bright, jet-black eyes. "You’re obviously worried about ."
The soft tone in her voice and the sweet, placating gesture seed to successfully lighten the mood of the stoic-faced Demon King.
Ou Jue’s steps faltered slightly.
His deep, inky-black eyes glimred faintly as he gazed down at her. "Feeling proud of yourself?"
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(Xiyan: Daily Ego Stroking 1/1 Completed √)
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