☆, Extra Chapter 38: What if I insist on provoking them? (Qiao Yipian)

She wanted to play with him.

Song Libai tightened his grip on her chin, laughing mockingly, "Miss Qiao is really something."

Qiao Yi blinked slightly, her beautiful red lips opening and closing, "Of course, handsome, haven't you experienced it once already?"

Song Libai nodded in agreement, "Miss Qiao was indeed very proactive, so she owed me three months last time."

The thought of this unfair treaty made Qiao Yi grit her teeth in hatred; it was a disgrace to her entire life.

But she deliberately reached out and hooked her arm around his neck, stood on tiptoe and whispered sweetly in his ear, "I think we can discuss this, what do you think?"

Song Libai felt a tingling sensation in his ears, and forcefully pulled her away, his voice filled with annoyance, "Don't go too far, Qiao Yi."

Qiao Yi blinked, seemingly confused, tilting her head with a curious look, "Why does this handsome guy seem a bit off?"

Song Libai gripped her chin with one hand and restrained her waist with the other, looking down at her. "Qiao Yi, don't test my limits."

Qiao Yi slowly climbed the rock with her fair arms, reaching down to unbutton his shirt, one button after another.

His powerful chest was almost completely exposed to her, and her slender fingers traced his shoulder, teasing him intentionally or unintentionally. "What if I decide to provoke you?"

Song Libai felt a chill run down his spine. He forcefully pushed the provocative woman onto the bed, rolled over on top of her, and warned in a deep voice, "Qiao Yi."

He thought the woman pinned beneath him would be scared, but to his surprise, the woman in hot pants silently rubbed her legs against his suit pants, her eyes still full of allure, as if she were silently inviting him.

The thought that had crossed his mind was instantly snapped. He lowered his head, ready to kiss those red lips fiercely, but unexpectedly, the woman turned her head away, and he kissed her neck instead.

"What do you mean?" His tone was a little urgent, and also carried a hint of annoyance at being toyed with.

Qiao Yi winked at him and pressed her finger to his lips. "Don't rush me, handsome. Shall we make some terms?"

He spoke in a low, almost clenched voice, "You say it."

He could already sense his good friend's intense urgency.

Qiao Yi tapped his chest with her finger and gently slid it down. "Then the three-month agreement is void?"

Song Libai rubbed his back teeth hard and bit down hard on her neck, seemingly venting his anger. "Then let's try a different method. Three months it is."

Just as Qiao Yi was about to ask a question, the man's large hand tore the already short top to shreds, while another hand caressed her waist. His voice was indifferent as he said, "Then let's sleep for three months."

Qiao Yi frowned. At this moment, she was almost naked in front of him. As soon as she uttered the word "okay," a dense barrage of light kisses fell upon her.

Qiao thought that in the lives of adults, no one is truly at a disadvantage, especially since Song Libai's skills and abilities are excellent, and most importantly, it's free.

More importantly, she wouldn't have to be his slave.

It's not like I lost out.

...

The next day.

When Qiao Yi woke up from her sleep, she felt as if her whole body had been dismantled, and she was in pain all over.

Who's the madman?

She silently cursed in her heart, looking down at the shocking marks on her body, and cursed Song Libai again in her mind.

Her clothes had long been torn to shreds, and the dog-man Song Libai was nowhere to be seen. She pursed her lips, trying to convince herself to stay calm, to be reserved, and to be a lady.

Thirty seconds later, go to hell, Song Libai.

Just as she finished cursing, she heard a man's cold laughter coming from behind. The man was already dressed impeccably. Qiao Yi was stunned and immediately covered herself with the blanket.

"I've been watching all night and applied it eight hundred times already." He casually handed him the clothes, as if he were just saying it casually, as if it were something he said at noon.

Qiao Yi curled her lips into a fake smile, "Yes, Mr. Song's service was also quite good. I am very satisfied."

Song Libai raised an eyebrow, her voice rising at the end, "It is my honor to serve Miss Qiao, after all, Miss Qiao keeps asking me to do it again."

Qiao Yi's ears turned slightly red, but she stubbornly said, "Then Mr. Song, you can leave now. We'll call you to serve us again next time."

Song Libai chuckled, stepped forward, hooked her chin, and said, word by word, "It would be my honor."

He seemed to be smiling, yet there was no trace of genuine joy in his smile.

After the man left the room, Qiao Yi collapsed onto the bed again. Since her last drunken episode, she had been completely unleashed.

Adult life has its enjoyments, but also its lethargy.

Unexpectedly, one day she and the scoundrel Song Libai actually developed from a so-called master-servant relationship into a casual sex relationship.

Life is truly amazing, so enjoy it and cherish it.

Qiao Yi stared at the pink dress with an expression like an old man on the subway looking at his phone, completely speechless, helpless, and frustrated.

Thanks for the invitation. She stopped wearing pink dresses when she was twelve.

Living under someone else's roof and needing their help, she endured it.

She simply couldn't bear to look at herself in the mirror, wearing a pink dress. It was horrible, another great humiliation in her life.

Qiao Yi quickly left the bar, drove to the mall to buy a dress—a pink dress, one that even dogs wouldn't wear.

Even the dog wouldn't like the pink dress that Song Li bought.

She secretly grumbled to herself, thinking that if she ever had the chance, she would definitely give Song Libai a good beating.

shopping mall.

Qiao Yi, holding the clothes she had just picked out, bumped into Li Muli and her dear husband. She was filled with resentment and thought the scene was utterly absurd.

At this moment, she really didn't want to run into any acquaintances, especially her best friend.

Well, what does a best friend do? A best friend is someone whose phone is full of unflattering photos of you.

Li Muli frowned, stepped forward and pressed her shoulder, looking her over as if she had seen a ghost, "Baby, is that you?"

Qiao Yi shook her head firmly, denying it, "You've mistaken me for someone else."

Li Muli clicked her tongue a few times, put her arm around her shoulder, and whispered in her ear, "Something's not right with you. Look at this pink dress. When did Miss Qiao start liking this kind of taste?"

Qiao Yi was about to reach out and pinch her smiling cheek when she glanced at Fu Chenyan's indifferent expression and reluctantly withdrew her hand.

This is much scarier than the dog-man Song Libai.

She clasped her hands together and pleaded with Li Muli, "Baby, I'll tell you the truth after I change my clothes." She tugged at her pink dress, her disgust evident in her expression.

Li Muli let go of her and waved her hand, "Go on, go on."

Once Qiao Yi went inside, Li Muli smiled and took Fu Chenyan's arm. "I want to chat with Yi Yi later. Do you want to go home first or come with me?"

Fu Chenyan gently patted her head and said in a tender voice, "Then go play, baby. I'll come pick you up later."

Li Muli beckoned the man closer with her finger. As soon as he came close, she gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Ayan is so good."