Painterly

[Top-tier mutual teasing + extreme tug-of-war + trash-talking + 1v1]
Wen Zhi had lived in the shadow of being bullied by her entire family since she was young until she was discarded by the He Family as a pawn.
After returning to the country, the first thing she did was to give the He Family a big present.
At the banquet, as soon as Wen Zhi was done with her mischief, she wanted to flee.
Just as she reached the corner, a man stopped her.
“Little Zhi, haven't seen you for five years, where are you running to?”
Looking at the big demon lord who'd tormented her since her childhood, with such a righteous human-dog appearance, Wen Zhi swallowed her saliva.
In her ears, she could almost hear He Hanjin saying that same line to her countless times:
“Little Zhi, you need to be good. If you dare to run, I'll break your legs.”
So in the past, she was constantly playing the good girl, and Hanjin seemed very satisfied with her obedience.
But now that she had finally broken free from his control, she didn't know how he'd torment her if he caught her again.
How could she not run?!

Let Her Flirt

Yan Xi had been keeping an eye on Wen Zhi's situation, and noticing that things didn't seem too good, her brows furrowed immediately, and she began searching for Wen Zhi's figure.


After searching for quite some time, Yan Xi still couldn't find Wen Zhi, which made her start to worry.


This was overseas, not like back home in China; if something really had happened, it would be more complicated than imagined.


Moreover, Wen Zhi had been bullied quite a bit when she was abroad in the past and didn't have many fond memories to look back on. Coupled with what had happened on stage just now, Yan Xi was very worried about her mental state.


"Wen Zhi, where on earth are you?" Yan Xi murmured.


She looked around and scanned her brain for every possible place Wen Zhi might go.


Biting her lower lip, Yan Xi decided to take the initiative and keep searching.


After a while, Yan Xi's forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat, and of course, she was desperately anxious.


Chapter 72 Worrying in Vain_1