chapter 139 brainless girl blush

Brainless Girl felt her heartbeat quicken, though she refused to let it show. She had dealt with all kinds of negotiators, but Frost Eye was different. He didn't just play with words—he played with people.

And right now, he was playing with her.

As he leaned in, his breath ghosted against the shell of her ear, the warmth of it sending a shiver she barely suppressed. His voice, low and teasing, carried an infuriating mix of amusement and curiosity.

"So… you're mine now?"

His words weren't a question. They were a claim.

Brainless Girl's face heated against her will. Not because of the words themselves, but because of the way he said them—like he was enjoying this, like he knew exactly how close he was, like he was watching for her reaction.

She wanted to step back. She didn't.

Frost Eye didn't give her space. Instead, his tone softened, curiosity curling around his next words like a cat playing with its prey.

"Can you tell me why Rainbow Solutions kicked you out?"

The way he spoke made it sound almost intimate, like a secret shared between conspirators. But Brainless Girl wasn't fooled.

This was a test.

She could feel it in the way his gaze never wavered, how he was watching her expression, waiting for cracks to form.

Brainless Girl knew how this worked. This was his game. A battle of pressure and reactions, of knowing when to push and when to pull.

And she had nearly fallen for it.

She exhaled slowly, forcing her body to relax, schooling her face into calm neutrality despite the warmth still lingering on her skin. Then, deliberately, she tilted her head—just enough to meet his eyes without pulling away completely.

His smirk was still there, but his eyes were sharp.

He was waiting.

Fine. If he wanted an answer, she'd give him one.

She let a small, almost dismissive smile curl at her lips.

"Because they're short-sighted idiots."

A slow chuckle rumbled from Frost Eye's throat. His amusement deepened, but he still didn't move away.

"Oh?" His tone was dripping with intrigue. "Elaborate."

Brainless Girl didn't take the bait. She kept her voice steady, controlled.

"They judged me on combat alone." A small shrug. "Never stopped to think about what I actually brought to the table."

Frost Eye finally pulled back—but just slightly, just enough to let his eyes roam over her, studying her like a puzzle he had nearly solved but not quite.

"And what do you think you bring to the table?"

Brainless Girl met his gaze evenly.

"Profit."

His smirk widened—like she had just proven whatever theory he had about her.

Brainless Girl didn't look away, didn't back down. She had already let him get one reaction out of her. She wouldn't let it happen again.

Because no matter how close he got, no matter how much he toyed with her, she was still a negotiator.

And she knew how to play the game.

Brainless Girl froze.

The words hung in the air like an unexpected slap, her brain briefly shutting down as she processed what she had just heard.

"Hey, Brainless Girl, are they really that big, or are they fake?"

The voice was casual, almost thoughtful, but the weight behind the question sent a chill down her spine.

Her grip tightened on the pouch of gold in her hands. She had faced cunning merchants, backstabbing guildmates, and ruthless negotiators who could turn a guaranteed win into a crushing loss.

But this?

This was new.

Slowly, she turned her head to look at him. Her expression was blank. Emotionless. A single slow blink was the only reaction she allowed herself.

Frost Eye, still standing there with his arms crossed, raised a brow. Waiting. Expectant.

He was serious.

Brainless Girl inhaled deeply. Exhaled slowly.

Then, in a completely flat voice, she said, "Are you asking as part of our business agreement?"

Frost Eye didn't hesitate. "Yes. It's important information."

Brainless Girl's eyes narrowed slightly. "…Why?"

Frost Eye's expression didn't change. "Because if they're fake, I have to rethink my approach."

Another chill. "…Your approach to what?"

His smirk stretched wider. "Recruitment strategy."

Brainless Girl's eye twitched.

Her entire existence was flashing before her eyes.

This man was completely and utterly shameless.

But fine. She had negotiated with worse.

Straightening her posture, she met his gaze with a perfectly calm, unshaken expression.

"I see," she said, voice as neutral as possible. "Then, unfortunately for you, they're real."

Frost Eye snapped his fingers. "Tch. No wonder Flat-Chested-chan killed Big-Melon-chan."

Brainless Girl paused.

"…What?"

Frost Eye leaned against the wall, looking genuinely amused. "It makes sense now. Cute Mist was always moody, but this? This is pure jealousy."

Brainless Girl felt another chill—not from embarrassment, but from the sheer ridiculousness of his logic.

"…That's your explanation?" she asked slowly.

Frost Eye shrugged. "Think about it. Rainbow Solutions threw you away because you failed to negotiate a deal. But was it really just that?" He smirked. "Or did Flat-Chested-chan finally snap?"

Brainless Girl's fingers twitched.

"You are unbearable."

Frost Eye grinned, taking a step closer. "And yet, here you are. My employee. My partner. My melon mystery."

Brainless Girl didn't dignify that with a response. She simply turned and walked away.

Frost Eye, of course, followed.