These disparaging comnts not only didn’t make Xiyan feel defeated.
On the contrary, they made her even more curious to see the reactions online after the drama premieres, when people watch her portrayal of "Zhi Xia."
Seated in the passenger seat, Xiyan was happily scrolling through these comnts.
The next second, her phone was snatched away.
My phone...
Her gaze instinctively followed the movent and landed on Ou Jue, who was driving. "What are you doing? I wasn’t finished reading!"
Ou Jue glanced sideways at her. "Do you seriously think I’m just your chauffeur?"
"Of course not."
"No phone usage. Confiscated."
"Why?"
Ou Jue responded stoically, "I don’t play with my phone, so neither can you."
... What kind of logic is that?
"You do want to use your phone, don’t you? How would you play while driving?"
The light ahead turned red, and Ou Jue pressed the brake. He shot her a cold sidelong look. "Even when I’m not driving, I don’t play with my phone. Have you ever seen glued to my phone while sitting next to you?"
Uh.
Xiyan was stunned into silence.
Now that she thought about it, that was actually true.
Aside from making calls, she really hadn’t seen Ou Jue spend much ti on his phone.
For a mont, Xiyan’s curiosity was fully piqued. "You really don’t use your phone much?"
Ou Jue maintained his stoic expression. "Phones are for calls. What else would I use it for when there’s nothing urgent?"
... That’s... such a good point.
I almost feel brainwashed.
What a boring Demon King.
But... compared to guys who are constantly glued to their phones playing gas or chatting with random girls...
My man is absolutely top-tier!
When he doesn’t reply to ssages imdiately, Xiyan never overthinks it.
Because she knows without a doubt that Ou Jue wouldn’t deliberately ignore a ssage if he saw it.
And his social dia accounts? Completely devoid of random or shady girls.
This... this must be what they call a sense of security.
Xiyan rested her chin on her hand, happily gazing at Ou Jue’s sharp profile.
The more she looked, the more she liked him.
Heeheehee, how can my man be this handso?
Ou Jue’s sexy Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, his gaze never leaving the road as he drove steadily. "Xia Xiyan, are you in heat?"
The sowhat crude and teasing term, coming from an abstinent male idol’s lips, didn’t carry a single trace of vulgarity.
Oh dear, is this what they call the "beauty filter"?
Xiyan knew he was saying it to deliberately provoke her, so instead of getting shy, she played along, nodding, "Yep, only for you. What can I say, you’re just too handso."
Ou Jue: ......
His thin lips pressed into a perfectly straight line, and his grip on the steering wheel subconsciously tightened.
Hah, only for him?
When did this little fool learn how to flirt like this?
Ou Jue’s mouth curved into a devilish smirk. "Lean closer, I’ve got sothing to tell you."
Xiyan grinned and leaned in with a small ear, "Go ahead, I’m all ears."
Let’s see what else you’ve got to say.
Ou Jue leaned toward her slightly, his cool, clean aura instantly enveloping her.
His sharp, thin lips were now close to Xiyan’s ear as his voice, slow and husky yet unbearably seductive, ca through, "Sooner or later, I’ll have you unable to leave the bed."
Xiyan jerked back in shock, her entire body plastering itself against the car door.
Her whole face flushed an unmistakable shade of tomato-red at his bold, straightforward words, visible to the naked eye!
Ahhhh!
Ou Jue, you shaless Demon King!!
I can’t compete with you, I concede defeat, alright!!!
Now thoroughly flustered, Xiyan was at her wit’s end while Ou Jue nonchalantly continued, "What’s the plan for the celebration banquet?"
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