Chapter 73: Cinderella (VI)

The barrage in the live broadcast room was filled with an uninterrupted stream of excited wolves howling, screaming "this damn exciting and delicious love line ah ah ah ah!"

When "insult" is written as "humiliation", the meaning of this word usually refers to defilement and rape. It is quite obscene.

Even Zhou Yili could instantly feel the evil and obscene connotation of the word uttered by An Cui.

He was so shocked and in disbelief that his fingers could no longer undo one more button.

An Cui saw him stop and raised her chin, "Why did you stop? Take it off quickly."

How could he continue to take off his clothes after she said that? And how could she say that with such a nonchalant look on her face and then let him continue to take off his clothes as if nothing had happened? Was she kidding?

Zhou Yili withdrew his gaze from her angrily, and instead of continuing to take off his clothes, he buttoned them up again.

"What? You don't want to keep your promise again? Well, the operation is already done, what can I do to you if you just walk away now?"

Zhou Yili glared at her angrily: "What on earth do you want to do?!"

"I want to paint, and you have to be my mannequin."

"So what was that you just said? Are you kidding me?"

"I'm just telling you the truth. How am I kidding you? Is there any contradiction between me coveting your body and you being a nude model for me because you owe me a favor? Or do you want to repay me directly with your body?" An Cui asked with raised eyebrows.

"You..." Zhou Yili was embarrassed and angry, unable to suppress his emotions. He had never experienced such a big emotional fluctuation in a year, and it was just superficial. For a moment, he couldn't say anything to refute her shameless words. After a while, he turned his face away and uttered in a low voice: "Shameless!"

"Whatever you say, don't waste your time. I need to paint. Take off your clothes quickly."

An Cui put him in a dilemma. If she hadn't insulted him and coveted his body, he would have been able to continue taking off his clothes. But now that she said that, how could he continue taking off his clothes?

But An Cui insisted that he take off his clothes and draw. He wanted to turn around and leave, but she started to threaten him, which made him feel caught in a dilemma and unable to move forward.

The two sides were in a stalemate. An Cui was obviously more ruthless, fiercer and more shameless. Zhou Yili was no match for her at all. In the end, he could only take off his clothes with a look of humiliation on his face.

He had his back to An Cui, his fingers trembling because of the surging emotions in his heart, his chest rising and falling very obviously, perhaps because of An Cui's overly straightforward words, the feeling of her gaze on him seemed more obvious, hot, scalding, making his skin tremble. This time it was more difficult to take off his clothes than the first time yesterday, he had a feeling like he was being stared at.

He took off his clean white shirt and his ironed straight trousers. At this point, he could only take a deep breath, take off the last piece of clothing as well, then turned his head away with a stern face, looking angry and stubborn as if he didn't want to even look at An Cui.

An Cui was having a lot of fun bullying people. Well, it was a really enjoyable copy. This is how you should spend your vacation.

524: ...This villain's character is too bad, so bad! Under normal circumstances, when the hero becomes a big boss, the first person he wants to take revenge on is her!

After An Cui finished painting, Zhou Yili quietly put on his clothes and left quickly without saying a word.

Zhou Yili was bullied so much that he was absent-minded and not serious in the afternoon class. When Yan Yan went to find him, he didn't seem to be interested in talking. Yan Yan was very worried. She didn't know what was wrong with him. She instinctively thought something bad must have happened. So after school, she tried her best to persuade him to tell her if he had anything on his mind. Aren't they best friends? Shouldn't they have no secrets from each other?

But how could I tell the girl I secretly love that I was threatened and bullied by another girl? It was so humiliating, so shameful, so...

Thinking of this, there was a hint of anger on his face.

Perhaps it was because An Cui's color was too strong and her words were too straightforward, like nails that were driven into his brain and could not be easily erased. When he took a shower at night, he couldn't help but stare at himself in the mirror. What's wrong with putting on clothes neatly? Clothes should be worn properly and buttons should be buttoned. Then he looked at the glasses on the sink, which were obviously just ordinary black-framed glasses.

He pursed his lips... It was incomprehensible and baffling. It was obviously her own thoughts that were not right, lewd, and evil!

He came out and sat on the bed for a while, and made a video call to his parents who were taking care of his grandmother in another city. He saw his grandmother who had woken up. The old lady looked very good, much better than before she went to the hospital. After the thing in her brain was removed, her eyesight also improved a lot, and she looked very healthy. She would be discharged from the hospital and go home to recuperate in two days.

He couldn't help but smile, and his negative emotions towards An Cui decreased a lot.

But An Cui, the evil villain, immediately pulled him back dutifully because she sent him the painting she had drawn at noon.

When Zhou Yili opened it, he saw his "nude photo". An Cui had even drawn his hair clearly. He felt extremely embarrassed at the first glance. An Cui even asked him, "Is this photo better than the one I drew yesterday?"

Then I sent him the photo from yesterday for comparison.

You can just draw, why do you need him to see it?! Do you and he have such a relationship that you can ask if there is any progress?! Is it intentional?

Zhou Yili couldn't sleep well again at night.

...

Yan Yan felt that things were a little off track, and she didn't know why.

She knew clearly that Zhou Yili liked her and had been secretly in love with her for many years. Now that she was reborn, she knew how outstanding he would be in the future and that he was a very good man. So this time she avoided those wrong options and chose Zhou Yili. The two of them had a good impression of each other, and being together was not a very simple thing, right?

She had taken the initiative to do so much and hinted so clearly that he should confess. But why didn't he confess yet? It was even better to say that the ambiguity that she had tried so hard to induce in order to rekindle his feelings for her seemed to have faded a lot.

It's not that Zhou Yili doesn't like her anymore, but he seems to have no energy or focus on confessing his love to her and falling in love with her.

What delayed him?

After school that day, she once again asked Zhou Yili about his worries, but he still said nothing. She was about to cry when she suddenly saw someone in front of her whom she never expected to see now - Zhong Yunhui.

Her heart skipped a beat. She didn't expect this bad woman to suddenly appear. She shouldn't be here! And she was standing there, staring at Zhou Yili motionlessly. She was too familiar with that look, the look of a wolf seeing meat.

Zhong Yunhui originally came to look at houses. Ye Yingqiao's assistant found a house for her and asked her to come and see if she liked it. Zhong Yunhui didn't care about this house at all. It wasn't bought for her, but rented. And it wasn't an apartment in the city center, but a small house in an ordinary residential area. She was feeling unhappy, but she never expected that when she turned a corner, she met a man who looked exactly like her.

Ignoring Yan Yan's hostile look, Zhong Yunhui immediately ran up to the two of them and spoke to Zhou Yili: "Hello, do you live here too? This is my address, do you know where it is?" She smiled and looked cheerful and energetic, with no sign of her bad intentions at all.

Zhou Yili looked at the address and said, "It's not far from my house. I'm your neighbor, Yan Yan."

Yan Yan almost couldn't catch her breath.

Zhong Yunhui looked at Yan Yan, her eyes seemed to be filled with fighting spirit and provocation, and she said with a bright smile: "That's such a coincidence, can you please take me there?"

Zhong Yunhui joined them and quietly inserted herself between Yan Yan and Zhou Yili, making Yan Yan so angry that her face turned pale. She walked to the other side of Zhou Yili unwillingly.

Every day Zhou Yili was stripped naked by An Cui and watched for an hour. He was immersed in shame, humiliation and anger every day. Under the surface of calm, self-disciplined and abstinent, he was exhausted both physically and mentally and could not feel the surging undercurrent between the two girls at all.

In the evening, An Cui sent the picture she drew today to Zhou Yili. After a few days of stimulation, Zhou Yili finally calmed down a little, but he was still holding a grudge in his heart. Now, after looking at her painting, he couldn't help but reply to her: No progress at all.

An Cui raised her eyebrows when she received the reply for the first time and replied to him: How come you also know painting?

Zhou Yili: My grandmother is a painter.

His grandmother was a painter, although she was not a famous one, but she did graduate from college and could earn some money to support her family by drawing sketches and oil paintings. Zhou Yili grew up with the two elderly people. He was able to be self-disciplined at such a young age, which showed that he was strictly taught by them. Naturally, he learned to paint since he was a child. Although he did not study art, he was no different from the talented students in the art department.

An Cui: So you can draw too?

Zhou Yili: I'm not talented, just better than you.

You're so rude. An Cui showed a mischievous smile on her face.

An Cui: Since you are so confident, then draw a picture for me tomorrow. If yours is indeed better than mine, I will stop insulting you.

Insult... When Zhou Yili saw this word, his hand holding the phone clenched, and his face turned red with anger. But after realizing the meaning of the whole sentence, Zhou Yili was stunned. He couldn't believe it. It was obvious that An Cui's skills were not professional. How could he not draw as well as her?

Zhou Yili: Really?

An Cui: Really.

For the first time, Zhou Yili was so looking forward to seeing An Cui in her lounge at noon. The next morning, he showed a relaxed look that he hadn't shown in the past few days.

Unfortunately, Yan Yan was in a bad mood because Zhong Yunhui was on the same journey as them, and she couldn't be happy at all with her around.

There was no need for An Cui to send him a message. Zhou Yili went to her lounge on his own initiative at noon.

Knocking on the door, entering the room, locking the door, this series of actions has become quite familiar to him after a few days. After all, he didn't want anyone to find out what they were doing in the lounge.

An Cui said, "Are you sure you want to draw?"

"Do you want to go back on your word?"

"Okay." An Cui stood up.

Zhou Yili saw An Cui taking off her long thin coat as she walked, revealing the white silk nightgown she was wearing underneath. Then she untied the nightgown straps, and the silky material slid down her milky smooth skin in an instant...

Zhou Yili immediately turned his face away, his face red from neck to ears, "What are you doing?"

Like Queen An Cui, she sat on the bed covered with dark red sheets and countless dark red pillows, "Don't you want to draw? Come on, draw."

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