You Liyi had a bitter look of helplessness and said to Yang Yifeng, "What can you do? Sing, dance, play the guitar—anything will do, just as long as you can perform on stage!"
"No problem getting me on stage, but what's in it for me?" Yang Yifeng smiled, his gaze inching over You Liyi's figure.
"What—what kind of benefits do you want?" Once she heard this, You Liyi's pretty face turned red with a mix of embarrassment and anger.
This damn little rascal, daring to extort her at a time like this!
"Let's get one thing straight. If you want something in return, fine, but don't go overboard. If you make any indecent suggestions, don't blame me..."
"Don't blame you for what?" Yang Yifeng raised an eyebrow, looking at You Liyi with a teasing glance.
"Don't blame me for castrating you!"
Pfft!
At her words, Yang Yifeng almost choked on his own blood. Big sis, can you figure out the situation please? It seems like you're the one asking for my help, why are you threatening me?