Yellow Hair and Purple Hair exchanged glances, let out a rallying cry, and charged forward together—
A fist landed heavily on Ou Jue’s handso face.
Yet Ou Jue showed no intention of retaliating!
His head tilted to the side from the blow, and he simply maintained that posture, his sharply contoured face cast in deep, shadowy lines.
"No—" Xia Xiyan’s eyes widened, her mind going blank as if it had exploded in a roar of white noise.
Boss Mang, waiting for Ou Jue to "give in," raised a brow and taunted, "Young Master Ou, if you can’t take it, just admit you don’t like her. As long as you admit it, I’ll have my n stop beating you imdiately."
As he spoke, more punches rained down on Ou Jue.
He lowered his gaze, the loose strands of hair on his forehead falling to obscure his eyes, hiding his current expression.
But the corners of his thin lips curled upward in a mocking smirk. "Heh."
Boss Mang grew irritated. "Keep hitting!"
He wanted to see how much longer this guy could last!
Xiyan shook her head, tears unconsciously welling up in her eyes.
When she realized she had been kidnapped, she didn’t cry.
But seeing Ou Jue like this, she could no longer hold back her tears.
"Ou Jue, just admit it. I’ll understand, really—I’m begging you, just admit it quickly..."
Boss Mang picked up another piece of waterlon, spat out a seed lazily, and asked, "Admit it or not?"
Despite the bruises on his face, which marred his usual cold and noble deanor, they sohow gave him an added edge of wildness and roguish charm.
A kind of untad magnetism.
Ou Jue’s expression remained indifferent. His thin lips parted slightly. "I like her."
Yellow Hair imdiately landed another punch to Ou Jue’s stomach. "Looks like the beating isn’t hard enough! Dare to say it again?! Admit it right now!"
"I like her." His voice, resolute and unwavering.
The n were dumbfounded, entirely unprepared for Ou Jue’s sheer stubbornness.
He simply refused to back down.
"Today, you *must* give in and say you don’t like her, or we’ll beat you until you spit blood. Think carefully!"
Ou Jue’s fists clenched tightly, his starry, ocean-deep eyes rippling with intensity. His jawline tensed as he repeated once more, "I like Xia Xiyan."
Tears brimd in Xiyan’s eyes.
After hearing Ou Jue repeat "I like her" again and again, she could hardly hold it in any longer.
Idiot.
Ou Jue, you idiot!!
Her voice choked with emotion as she yelled, "Are you brain-damaged or sothing? Why are you so stubborn? It’s just one sentence saying you don’t like , why are you being so obstinate? I already told you I wouldn’t hold it against you, can’t you just lie to them?!"
"Because..." Ou Jue lifted his obsidian-like eyes and looked at Xiyan. "I don’t want to lie to myself."
I don’t want to lie to myself.
That single sentence caused Xiyan’s tears to spill over uncontrollably.
He was Ou Jue.
The noble young master whose clothes were always spotless, who would ticulously button every shirt all the way up to the collar.
Now, he looked nothing like himself—utterly disheveled and battered.
Xiyan cried so hard that she couldn’t form words anymore.
In this mont, she felt Ou Jue’s feelings for her more intensely than ever before.
So fierce.
"Idiot, why are you crying?" Ou Jue’s gaze deepened, his voice hoarse. "Are you taking advantage of the fact that I can’t wipe your tears for you right now? Stop crying!"
"I’ll cry if I want to! If you don’t admit it, I’ll keep crying—I’ll cry myself to death if I have to!!" Xiyan sobbed, her shoulders shaking with each breath. "I don’t want to see you getting beaten anymore, I don’t..."
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