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

Shen Chenxuan's hand trembled slightly as he reached out toward the woman's shoulder.


He turned the woman's shoulder around to face him, looking at a face that was similar yet somewhat different, feeling an inexplicable sense of loss in his heart.


This move by Shen Chenxuan happened to wake the woman from her deep sleep.


She rubbed her somewhat foggy eyes, and seeing Shen Chenxuan staring at her, she said with a touch of drowsiness, "You're awake. I'll put on my clothes and leave right away."


"No hurry," Shen Chenxuan uncharacteristically said.


However, the woman seemed to ignore his words, dressing herself without concern.


Shen Chenxuan watched this scene and suddenly had a rather preposterous thought.


"From now on, you'll follow me, I'll take care of you."


The woman paused in her dressing, looked back at Shen Chenxuan, and asked, "You mean to say, you want to keep me, is that right?"


"No need," the woman almost reflexively refused.


Chapter 248 Mutual Accusations_1