Chapter 105: It’s so annoying

Her head ached, her chest felt tight, and her limbs were weak, yet strangely, her body felt unusually refreshed.

Liu Qiu picked up her phone and checked the time.

It was already noon the next day.

Fu Jinyin hadn’t gone to work and was staying here with her instead.

Did she do something outrageous after getting drunk?

Liu Qiu couldn’t figure it out, so she asked the system.

$System,didyoumonitorwhatIdidafterIgotdrunk?$

The system replied, $Host,youlostcontrolafterdrinking.$

The system could see the “mosaic” censorship.

Scenes that triggered mosaics were almost always sexual; bloody or violent scenes didn’t get censored that way.

Only in those situations would a mosaic appear to protect the host’s privacy.

Liu Qiu’s eyes widened suddenly, and her face turned pale.

$System,w-whatdidyousayIdid?$

Fu Jinyin hated doing that kind of thing so much—did she really force herself on her?

The system quickly changed its tone.

$Host,Iwasjoking.That’sajokefunctionaddedaftermyupgrade.Wasn’titfunny?$

Liu Qiu slowly let out a breath of relief and warned the system.

$Don’tjokelikethatagain.Youscaredmetodeath.$

Fu Jinyin had already suffered so much—how could she possibly take advantage of being drunk to do something like that to her?

Then Liu Qiu suddenly remembered the dream she had.

She told the system about it.

$Right,System.WhenIwassleeping,IsawFuJinyin’spast.Issomethinglikethatpossible?$

The system replied, $Yes.Inthepreviousworld,didn’tyoualsoreturntotheoriginalhost’spast?Sothiskindofsituationisn’tstrange.$

The magnetic fields of task-takers and small worlds didn’t match well to begin with.

Sometimes consciousness would be swept into fragments of the past or future.

Liu Qiu’s long lashes trembled.

If those things were all real, then Fu Jinyin’s coldness was merely a protective shell.

Like a small hedgehog, raising sharp, hard spikes so that no one could easily hurt it.

After seeing those scenes, Liu Qiu didn’t just feel pity for Fu Jinyin.

What she felt even more strongly was heartache.

It seemed Fu Jinyin had never enjoyed a single good day since childhood.

Liu Qiu sighed softly, stood up, and walked slowly outside.

The apartment wasn’t big.

As soon as she stepped into the living room, the entire layout was visible at a glance.

When she reached the kitchen doorway, she saw Fu Jinyin standing there with her head lowered, chopping vegetables.

“Jinyin, aren’t you going to work today?” Liu Qiu asked quietly.

Fu Jinyin didn’t respond.

Liu Qiu realized her voice had been too soft, so she stepped closer and called out again.

“Jinyin, aren’t you going to work today?”

The next moment, Liu Qiu’s eyes widened in alarm.

She never expected that simply calling her name would cause Fu Jinyin to cut her finger.

Bright red blood stained the blade.

Liu Qiu hurriedly grabbed Fu Jinyin’s hand and held it in both of hers.

“I’m sorry. I made you get hurt.”

The warmth of the contact, the faint scent…

Fu Jinyin’s body tensed instantly.

She violently shook off Liu Qiu’s hand, hunched over, and started retching.

Disgusting.

So disgusting.

She couldn’t forget what Liu Qiu had been like yesterday—completely defenseless, allowing her to do whatever she wanted.

The tentacles had gone mad, completely beyond her control, wrapping tightly around Liu Qiu.

Disgusting.

How could she be so disgusting?

The moment those images resurfaced in her mind, the blood in her body surged violently, as if it were eager to swallow the person in front of her all over again.

Fu Jinyin’s eyes were filled with deep self-loathing.

But Liu Qiu couldn’t see that.

She only heard one sentence.

“Disgusting.”

Fu Jinyin’s voice was very distinctive.

Her speech was slow, with a hoarse tone that people remembered after hearing it just once.

Liu Qiu froze in place.

Was she really that disgusting to Fu Jinyin?

She pressed her lips together, but still reached out and gently patted Fu Jinyin’s back.

Then she hurried out with quick footsteps to find the medical kit before returning to the kitchen.

By the time she came back, Fu Jinyin had already straightened up.

Her face was pale, her lips colorless.

She was tall, yet looked so thin that she seemed as if she might collapse at any moment.

This time Liu Qiu didn’t touch her.

She carefully set the medical kit beside her and said softly, “Stop for now. I’ll handle it.”

Fu Jinyin lifted her eyelids and looked at Liu Qiu.

This person knew nothing.

The concern in those eyes was painfully obvious.

Fu Jinyin felt her heart tighten.

The emotional turmoil made her face turn even paler.

“Liu Qiu… why do you like me?”

Her hoarse voice forced out each word slowly.

Liu Qiu pressed her lips together and lowered her head.

“Liking someone doesn’t need a reason,” she said quietly.

She didn’t even know what liking someone really meant.

But many people had said they liked her before, and she had never been able to find any outstanding qualities in herself.

So the original host probably liked Fu Jinyin without any reason.

Just like how others liked her without reason.

Liu Qiu suddenly heard a faint, painful whimper.

She quickly looked up.

A tear slid from Fu Jinyin’s sharp chin and dropped in front of her eyes.

Liu Qiu’s heart trembled.

After being bullied like that, Fu Jinyin hadn’t cried.

But now she was crying.

Tears were salty and bitter.

Not pleasant at all.

They fell slowly, yet painfully clear.

“Liu Qiu… I hate you.”

Liu Qiu blinked her long lashes and sighed softly.

Still, she chose to reach out.

This time Fu Jinyin didn’t resist.

Fu Jinyin’s hands were large, proportional to her height.

Liu Qiu held half of her palm and used iodine to disinfect the wound.

“Liu Qiu, I hate you.”

Liu Qiu said nothing.

She tore open a bandage and stuck it onto the wound.

Then she looked up and asked, “Jinyin, does it hurt a lot?”

She truly didn’t care about those words.

Although Fu Jinyin often said she found her annoying or disliked her, she had never actually done anything to harm her—except for that one time she pulled her and made her fall.

Liu Qiu’s eyes were clear and beautiful.

The emotions in them were always transparent at a glance.

In those eyes, Fu Jinyin saw heartache and worry.

Liu Qiu was asking if she was in pain.

Such a small wound obviously shouldn’t hurt.

Fu Jinyin pressed her lips together and lowered her gaze to the fingers Liu Qiu was holding.

In a hoarse voice, she said, “It hurts.”

Liu Qiu cupped Fu Jinyin’s hand with both of hers, lifted it, and gently blew on the wound.

Blowing on it wouldn’t actually reduce the pain, but it was a very comforting gesture.

When she had been injured before, her mother would gently blow on the wound and say that blowing on it would make it heal faster.

A cool breeze brushed lightly across Fu Jinyin’s fingertips.

Her heartbeat suddenly became chaotic.

Liu Qiu curved her lips slightly.

It wasn’t exactly a smile, but her face looked incredibly gentle.

She took a tissue and gently wiped away the tears on Fu Jinyin’s cheeks.

Liu Qiu felt relieved.

Thankfully, Fu Jinyin wasn’t crying continuously.

She was the worst at dealing with tears.

Blinking her long lashes, Liu Qiu said softly, “Jinyin, it’s okay if you hate me.”

“But you can’t handle knives right now, so go out.”

She released Fu Jinyin’s hand and carefully pulled the cutting board and knife toward herself.

There was still blood on the knife.

She turned on the faucet and began rinsing it.

Actually, she was a little nervous.

Fu Jinyin hated being touched by her.

But if she hadn’t treated the wound, Fu Jinyin probably wouldn’t have done anything about it herself.

Thankfully, Fu Jinyin hadn’t shaken off her hand.

She had even admitted it hurt.

Liu Qiu glanced at Fu Jinyin from the corner of her eye.

She saw her standing there motionless with her lashes lowered.

Liu Qiu sighed inwardly.

A person’s personality was largely shaped by their environment growing up.

Fu Jinyin had grown up in an orphanage.

Although Liu Qiu hadn’t dreamed about her childhood, Fu Jinyin had already been that silent during high school.

Combined with all those injuries on her body, her childhood probably hadn’t been any better.

“Jinyin, go out. Cooking will produce oily smoke,” Liu Qiu said.

In this world she had tried very hard to maintain a cold persona.

But she wasn’t a professional actor.

Her natural gentleness still slipped through her words and actions.

$System,guidemethroughcooking.$

$Received.$

The last time she cooked, the food got a little burnt.

This time she would use a smaller flame.

Liu Qiu looked down at the cutting board.

Fu Jinyin had left half-cut broccoli there.

“Thud, thud, thud.”

Liu Qiu awkwardly chopped with the knife.

She didn’t notice a tentacle slowly creeping toward her feet.

Fu Jinyin’s gaze instantly turned cold.

She clenched her fingers and stepped down hard.

The tentacle was part of her body.

Stepping on it hurt.

The sudden pain made the tentacle curl up reflexively.

Fu Jinyin glanced at Liu Qiu, who was still focused on chopping vegetables.

Then she took large strides toward the bathroom beside the kitchen.

The moment the door closed, ugly tentacles burst out of her skin one after another.

They pushed and crowded inside her pant legs.

Her limbs had their own nerves.

They knew how to remove whatever restrained them.

Her slightly damp brown trousers slipped off.

But beneath them were not human legs.

Instead, terrifying purple-black tentacles writhed across the floor.

They twisted and coiled, each one covered in suction cups the size of an adult’s palm.

The sight was extremely frightening.

Fu Jinyin was already tall.

Without human legs, the thick tentacles supporting her made her look almost two meters tall.

Purple veins spread across her pale face.

She looked like something that didn’t belong in reality—terrifying, yet powerful.

Fu Jinyin clutched her head with both hands.

Her pale eyes turned completely black.

“Disgusting.”

“So disgusting.”

She felt disgusted with herself.

Her tentacles were already impatient, eager to wrap around Liu Qiu’s body again.

At that moment, Liu Qiu had just finished cutting the broccoli.

$Host,putitintothepotandboilitfortwoorthreeminutesbeforestir-frying.$

Liu Qiu nodded obediently and began boiling the broccoli.

She also started cutting mushrooms, then sliced the meat.

Her movements were slow, but she cut the meat into neat little pieces that looked quite pretty.

After finishing all the preparation, Liu Qiu turned on a small flame and started the range hood.

This time the food wouldn’t burn.

“Cough—cough—cough!”

A violent coughing fit suddenly sounded.

Inside the bathroom, Fu Jinyin slowly lifted her head from the cold water of the bathtub.

Her hair was completely soaked, clinging wetly to her cheeks and back.

But she didn’t care.

She stood up.

The tentacles had disappeared, leaving only long human legs behind.

Liu Qiu shouldn’t cook.

That thought filled Fu Jinyin’s mind.

She hurriedly put on her clothes without even bothering to dry her hair.

She didn’t even wear shoes and walked out of the bathroom barefoot.

The kitchen wasn’t filled with thick smoke.

Only faint wisps lingered in the air.

It wasn’t choking, and nothing smelled burnt.

When Liu Qiu heard the door open, she turned toward Fu Jinyin.

“Jinyin, hurry—”

Her words stopped.

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She frowned slightly.

Why was Fu Jinyin completely soaked?

“You should go change your clothes.”

At that moment, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Liu Qiu coughed a couple of times.

She still couldn’t stand the smell of smoke.

Even though it wasn’t that heavy this time, she still coughed when she smelled it.

Fu Jinyin ignored her suggestion and walked behind her.

“You go out,” she said hoarsely.

The tone was far from gentle.

Liu Qiu pressed her lips together slightly.

“I can do it.”

Fu Jinyin grabbed Liu Qiu’s wrist and dragged her out of the kitchen.

Fu Jinyin was strong.

Liu Qiu didn’t struggle.

After pulling her into the living room, Liu Qiu looked at Fu Jinyin’s cold face.

Her lashes trembled slightly.

“I can cook.”

Fu Jinyin said nothing.

She turned around and went back into the kitchen, this time closing the door behind her.

Liu Qiu felt a little discouraged.

But the persistent ringing of the doorbell drew her attention.

She walked over and opened the door.

Duan Fan, dressed like a flamboyant peacock, appeared in front of her.

Liu Qiu immediately wiped all expression from her face.

Her brows were cold, her eyes indifferent.

She really did look the part.

“Why are you here?” she asked coolly.

Duan Fan chuckled and walked straight into the apartment.

“President Liu, haven’t eaten yet?”

Liu Qiu followed behind her as Duan Fan swaggered over and sat down on the sofa.

Liu Qiu frowned.

“Duan Fan, you’re really lacking in manners.”

Duan Fan’s eyes curved into a smile.

Her features were delicate, and the upward tilt of her eyes made her look overly dazzling.

“President Liu, come here. I want to show you something.”

She didn’t care about Liu Qiu’s complaint.

Duan Fan pulled out her phone and patted the spot beside her, gesturing for Liu Qiu to sit.

Liu Qiu remained expressionless.

“If you have something to say, say it.”

Duan Fan was acting strangely again.

Was she planning some new way to mess with her?

Duan Fan narrowed her eyes and suddenly grabbed Liu Qiu’s wrist, pulling her into her arms.

Caught off guard, Liu Qiu ended up sitting directly on Duan Fan’s lap.

The sudden pain made Liu Qiu’s eyes instantly grow wet.

Standing had only made her feel tired before.

But now that Duan Fan had done this, the soreness flared up sharply—numb, painful, and even burning.

Liu Qiu pressed her lips together and placed her hands on Duan Fan’s shoulders, trying to stand up.

Duan Fan unlocked her phone and showed her the screen.

“President Liu, just take a look first.”

She pushed the phone directly in front of Liu Qiu’s face.

Even if Liu Qiu didn’t want to look, she couldn’t avoid it.

Two faces appeared on the small screen.

She didn’t know them well.

But she had seen them before.

They were the couple she had encountered in the restroom at the bar Chaoyue had taken her to.

Liu Qiu stopped trying to stand.

She turned her eyes toward Duan Fan.

“What does this mean?”

Duan Fan raised her eyebrow slightly.

“Scroll.”

“No.”

Liu Qiu pressed on Duan Fan’s shoulders again and tried to stand.

But Duan Fan pushed down on her shoulder, forcing her to sit back again.

After two attempts like that, the pain doubled.

Liu Qiu’s brows knitted tightly together.

Why did that place hurt so much?

Duan Fan noticed the change in her expression.

A thoughtful look flickered across her eyes.

But analyzing Liu Qiu’s emotions wasn’t what she cared about right now.

Instead, Duan Fan showed her more photos.

There were images of the bar being shut down and people being arrested.

Among the crowd, Liu Qiu again saw the couple from the restroom.

Duan Fan smiled.

“President Liu, weren’t you drugged at this bar last time?”

“I handled it.”

“There was prostitution going on inside, and illegal drugs were being circulated.”

“Pretty impressive, right?”

Liu Qiu couldn’t figure out Duan Fan’s intentions.

But objectively speaking, Duan Fan had helped her get revenge.

Liu Qiu nodded stiffly.

“Thank you.”

Then she added, “Can I get up now?”

Duan Fan put her phone away and placed a hand on Liu Qiu’s waist.

She sighed.

“President Liu, how about having an affair with me?”

“I’ve been really into you lately.”

Liu Qiu took a deep breath.

This time she moved more forcefully, pushing off Duan Fan’s shoulders and sliding upward until she successfully escaped from her lap.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and she looked annoyed.

That emotion weakened the cold persona she had been maintaining.

“Duan Fan, are you having another episode?”

Duan Fan glanced at Liu Qiu’s watery eyes and smiled even wider.

“No, President Liu. Not a single word I said was fake.”

Duan Fan had always been straightforward.

Her wealthy background had made her bold and carefree, but it had also made her self-centered.

When she wanted something, she acted immediately.

She wasn’t a teenage girl who hesitated around someone she liked.

Since she had realized she liked Liu Qiu, the best answer was obviously to take action right away.

“How about I kiss you right now to show my sincerity?”

Liu Qiu’s lips moved slightly before she finally spat out two words.

“You’re crazy.”

Was this Duan Fan’s newest method to torment her rival?

If it had been the original host, she might really have been disgusted.

But Liu Qiu wasn’t the original host.

To her, Duan Fan’s actions felt more like a joke.

Still, she kept her face cold on the outside.

Duan Fan stood up and leaned closer.

When she noticed Liu Qiu trying to step back, she said, “President Liu, don’t move. I’ll tell you a secret about Fu Jinyin.”

Liu Qiu immediately stopped moving.

She tilted her head slightly and looked at Duan Fan.

“Speak.”

Duan Fan was very close.

She could smell Liu Qiu’s body wash, mixed faintly with the scent of alcohol.

It smelled good.

Her gaze slid downward along Liu Qiu’s side profile—from her elegant nose to her pale pink lips—before settling on her small, fair earlobe.

In a low voice, she said, “Liu… Qiu.”

The way she said the name sounded almost as if she were savoring it on her tongue.

Liu Qiu’s ear tingled.

She pressed a hand against Duan Fan’s shoulder.

“You’re too close.”

Duan Fan chuckled softly.

“Your ears are red.”

Liu Qiu turned her head away to escape her breath.

Only then did she realize how close they were.

Their noses had just brushed.

Before she could speak, Duan Fan suddenly said,

“Fu Jinyin came looking for me herself. Want to guess why?”

$CuckoldValue+3$

Liu Qiu’s eyes widened.

She shoved Duan Fan away hard.

Duan Fan used the momentum to sit back on the sofa, smiling brightly.

“President Liu, you should be gentler with me sometimes.”

“Clang.”

The sound of a ceramic bowl hitting the dining table rang out.

Liu Qiu looked toward the table.

All she saw was Fu Jinyin’s thin back, her long hair still dripping wet.

Her short-sleeved shirt was soaked and clung tightly to her body.

Her narrow waistline and slightly protruding spine were clearly visible.

She was too thin.

Liu Qiu quickly walked over.

She guessed the cuckold value had increased because, from Fu Jinyin’s perspective, what she saw earlier probably looked like a kiss.

Fu Jinyin must be jealous of Duan Fan.

After all, she and Duan Fan had already slept together once.

It was natural that she might care.

As Fu Jinyin’s partner, Liu Qiu felt she should take the initiative to clarify things.

Her mind worked quickly.

Walking up behind Fu Jinyin, she said, “Jinyin, I didn’t do anything with Duan Fan just now.”

“She got too close, and I wanted to push her away.”

Fu Jinyin ignored her.

Liu Qiu repeated it again.

Still no response.

Looking at Fu Jinyin washing the pot, Liu Qiu couldn’t help but tug lightly on the hem of her shirt.

Afraid she hadn’t heard, she spoke louder.

“I really didn’t do anything with her.”

“I was just trying to push her away.”

Fu Jinyin slowly turned her head.

From Liu Qiu’s angle, she could only see her side profile.

It was incredibly beautiful.

The line from her nose to her chin was so perfect that words couldn’t describe it.

Yet it was completely cold.

“Liu Qiu,” she said indifferently.

“There’s no need to tell me what you do.”

“I don’t care.”

Liu Qiu blinked.

“I was just telling you.”

It seemed Fu Jinyin really was jealous of Duan Fan.

Later she should probably warn Duan Fan indirectly.

If Fu Jinyin chose someone, Liu Qiu hoped that person wouldn’t hurt her.

Someone like Duan Fan was too flirtatious and unreliable.

Compared to her, Liu Qiu actually thought Chaoyue might be better.

But so far, it didn’t seem like Fu Jinyin had much contact with Chaoyue.

“Go out. There’s still one more dish left,” Fu Jinyin said coldly.

Liu Qiu quietly clenched her fingers and nodded before walking out.

Fu Jinyin closed the kitchen door again.

Pressing her lips together, she turned the heat to maximum, poured oil into the pan, and began stir-frying the vegetables vigorously.

Before this, Liu Qiu had been held by Test Subject 137.

Last time, she had been embraced by 137.

And now she had kissed Duan Fan.

Irritation filled Fu Jinyin’s entire mind.

She didn’t like this feeling.

She hated Duan Fan.

She also hated 137.

Suddenly, an image flashed through her mind—Liu Qiu on the sofa yesterday, pinned beneath her and violated.

Fu Jinyin’s breathing abruptly stopped.

Would Liu Qiu also do those things with other people?

Being pinned down.

Her body trembling uncontrollably.

Trying to close her legs but unable to because something blocked them.

Her soft flesh shaking as she blushed and cried.

The answer appeared in Fu Jinyin’s mind.

Yes.

Liu Qiu was an ordinary human.

On the first day of their marriage, she had already demanded to do it.

If she were with someone else, she definitely wouldn’t refuse.

It was irritating.

Duan Fan was irritating.

She wanted to—

Kill her.

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