Xu Chuyao didn’t give an answer—because the class bell rang. And right after the last class of the morning ended, she grabbed Mi Xiaolu and bolted, fast as lightning.
It was very clear: her answer was a firm “no.”
Shen Ning watched the scene from her seat, hesitated for a moment, but ultimately stayed put and didn’t chase after her.
Of course she failed. Who would believe something so outrageous?
“No, this is your own fault.”
A voice sounded beside her.
The reflection in the window beside her—since she was sitting next to it—pressed itself against the glass and whispered:
“Your first mistake: you shouldn’t have softened when you were supposed to be angry. From what I’ve seen, Chuyao’s sweet talk is mostly nonsense. You shouldn’t have believed her.”
Sweet talk? Wasn’t she worried about me and asking around for that reason?
Shen Ning didn’t have an answer in her heart, so she turned and asked, “What’s the second mistake?”
“The second mistake is trying too hard to make excuses and justifications. The more you explain, the worse it gets. You should’ve just gone up and asked her directly if she was willing. If not—then press her. Press her until she agrees.”
“…”
There it was—that’s more like it.
Shen Ning suddenly realized how foolish it had been to place hope in her future self when it came to Chuyao. It had already been proven countless times: when it came to Chuyao, the only answer was to press. There was no better way.
Once she calmed down, the reflection seemed annoyed:
“What? You think I’m talking nonsense? I’m not Chuyao, I’m you. Do you randomly spout nonsense? I never mess around. Whenever something like this comes up, I go straight for it. Just ignore her sweet talk, stay mad, charge in—and she’ll give in.”
Shen Ning’s eyelid twitched.
Stay mad and charge in… and Xu Chuyao will give in?
What kind of logic was that?
“So! Disgusting! Seriously!”
Xu Chuyao, having dragged her roommate back to the dorms at top speed, sat down and immediately launched into a rant about everything that had just happened on that deserted path—she didn’t even stop to drink water.
Where is the humanity? Where is the morality?
Who sent this foot-fetish freak to me!?
Even Mi Xiaolu was shocked: “I didn’t think Shen Ning was that kind of person.”
“Right!? I totally misjudged her!” Xu Chuyao fumed. “I never expected such a twisted fetish!”
The book never mentioned this! She thought Shen Ning was just a cold, emotionless murder machine—turns out she’s a foot-fetish murder machine!
Which makes her a full-on pervert!
“But, to be fair,” Mi Xiaolu shifted her tone, “even if she is a pervert, you chose her.”
“I chose her?” Chuyao blinked.
“Yeah. You knew from the start that she’s… a bit different. But you kept poking the bear, and you even insisted on being her girlfriend. And as her girlfriend, getting asked to do foot stuff… I mean, it’s not normal, but it’s not exactly unheard of either.”
Everyone thought Xu Chuyao was the “good girl” based on her image, but those who really understood personalities knew that Mi Xiaolu was the real goody-two-shoes. She felt that being a cold-blooded killer was way scarier than having a foot kink.
If you’re not afraid of dating a murder machine, why would you freak out over a little foot play?
Xu Chuyao paused. Then suddenly nodded hard: “That’s right! Now I remember—there was a different reason I said no.”
“What reason?”
“She didn’t even get mad today! I put in so much effort—I even insulted her right to her face when she showed up, and she still didn’t get angry.”
As a girlfriend, Chuyao prided herself on fairness. Last time at Shen Ning’s dorm, she nearly got spanked and didn’t even complain. But today, this heroine wants to play with her feet without even giving her a bit of villain points?
Unacceptable!
Chuyao has never lost to anyone. Even a passing dog would be barked at. You think she’s going to let you leech for free?
Knock knock knock. Knock knock knock.
A knock on the dorm room door.
“Who is it?”
Weird. Who visits in the middle of a nap time?
“Maybe it’s a dorm check. I’ll get it.”
Mi Xiaolu hopped off her bed, padded over, and opened the door—only to find herself face-to-face with a stunning, icy-cold expression.
“Gasp!”
T—the killer queen herself!
“Who is it, Xiaolu?”
Xu Chuyao peeked out curiously—but got no response. That person stepped in through the door.
It was, of course, the very person they had just been talking about.
“Shen Ning? What are you doing here?”
“Am I not allowed to be here?”
For some reason, this white-haired girl gave off a strange vibe—an aura of killing intent, as if she were ready to strike at any moment.
Mi Xiaolu quietly scampered back to her bed and dove under her blanket, too scared to say a word.
She was sure her roommate had done something to provoke her again.
But Xu Chuyao knew she hadn’t, so she stayed calm. “Come on in. They say, all guests are welcome. But, we don’t have much to offer you here.”
“There is something,” Shen Ning said suddenly. “I want to play with your feet.”
Straight to the point.
Xu Chuyao stared at her, confused. Just a while ago, when they were alone, she was embarrassed to even bring it up—now with people around, she’s being totally blunt? Had rejection driven her completely mad?
“You used sweet talk to fool me earlier.” Shen Ning quoted the mirror-self’s strategy. “I’m angry.”
Apparently, anger leads to success. Even the reflection didn’t know why, but it could guarantee it works 100%.
But hearing that, Xu Chuyao burst out laughing. “Come on, you’re not angry.”
She’d gotten zero villain points today—if Shen Ning were angry, that’d be impossible.
Even the reflection was stunned: “Ask her how she knows.”
“You think I’m not angry just because you say so?”
Shen Ning was a little guilty about pretending to be mad, but the way Xu Chuyao dismissed it made her defiant. What, she couldn’t decide her own emotions now?
“Forget being mad. Are you okay?” Xu Chuyao looked at her with concern. “Should I get you some supplements? I heard kidney deficiency can cause brain fog.”
Then, in her mind, she heard: [Villain Points +100]
Now she was genuinely mad—truly terrifying.
Looking at Shen Ning’s dark, stormy expression, Xu Chuyao blinked innocently: “I’m not saying you definitely have kidney issues. It’s just—your tongue was pale last time, and now your mind’s all fuzzy. The probability is quite high.”
[Villain Points +200]
BOOM.
Under Mi Xiaolu’s horrified gaze, Shen Ning didn’t even yell. She simply took one step forward and pounced—grabbing hold of Xu Chuyao’s ankle.
“Wait, wait, hold on—help! Xiaolu, save me!”
Me? Fight the killer queen?
“Uh—I just remembered something urgent.” Mi Xiaolu crept off her bed. “I’ll be going now…”
I don’t even blame Xiaolu for just leaving. Chuyao kept digging her grave everytime she spoke 😭