"Hmm..." Qiao Zhen moved the heavy arm that was pressing down on her. She looked at Fan Zhao's face, which was so close to hers, and her memories came flooding back.

No, no, no!!! I can't let Fan Zhao think she did it willingly, otherwise how will she explain it when the target regains their memory?! Qiao Zhen looked at the ambiguous marks on her body with a face full of grief and indignation, and finally bit her lip and silently shed tears, occasionally letting out a few sobs from her throat.

Wait, I almost forgot to record the audio on my phone.

That's right, that's exactly it. Qiao Zhen, a master at shifting blame, must have been forced into this by Fan Zhao.

Fan Zhao groggily opened his eyes. After a night of drinking, his head throbbed with pain, and he could still hear sobbing. But when he saw Qiao Zhen in front of him, he instantly sobered up. He sat up slightly. "Zhenzhen?"

Qiao Zhen pushed him hard, "Wow—it's all your fault, how am I supposed to get back now?"

Fan Zhao was exhausted and was pushed back onto the bed by Qiao Zhen. He struggled to sit up and inadvertently caught a glimpse of red on the white quilt. Looking at the two of them completely naked, there was nothing he didn't understand.

He felt both guilty and secretly pleased, and in the end he could only carefully hug Qiao Zhen, "It's all my fault, I was drunk and acted recklessly yesterday, did I hurt you?"

Qiao Zhen looked at Fan Zhao with teary eyes, "That wasn't just drunken promiscuity, that was coercion! Coercion!"

Fan Zhao guiltily looked away. "It's my fault, I'm a bastard, I forced you. Please don't cry, okay? You can hit me or scold me as you please."

He grabbed Qiao Zhen's hand and slammed it against his body.

"Phew—" Qiao Zhen sniffled violently, holding back her tears and snot. She pulled her hand away and looked pitifully at Fan Zhao, "Then why don't you hurry up and go find some clothes?"

Fan Zhao wrapped his lower body in the bed sheet, then took out a women's dress from the closet. "These are all for you. Do you like any of them?"

Qiao Zhen looked at the dazzling array of designer dresses and said, "I want that light blue dress."

Fan Zhao put the skirt in the bathroom. "I'll go out first, you can wash it."

After Fan Zhao left, Qiao Zhen took out her phone that was recording. She pressed the red button to stop recording and then played it back at the lowest volume—It's my fault, I'm a bastard, I forced you, please don't cry, okay? You can hit me or scold me as you please.

She chuckled to herself, turned her phone back to the screen, and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Fan Zhao stood by the window, lit a cigarette, and puffed out clouds of smoke. He was a little drunk last night, but not to the point of being unconscious. He had indeed been a bit rough with Qiao Zhen, following his instincts. Now that things had escalated to this point, he was even more agitated. He wanted to take responsibility, but he was afraid Qiao Zhen wouldn't let him. "Damn it!"

Even the usually meticulous Fan Zhao couldn't help but swear. He really wanted to whimper, but he didn't know if whimpering would work on Qiao Zhen. Maybe he should try crying instead?

He's an international film star, after all. He squatted by the window, covering his face and silently shedding tears. Silence speaks louder than words; he understood this principle all too well.

Qiao Zhen planned to pretend to throw a tantrum and leave, but found Fan Zhao squatting there crying like an abandoned husband. Although he was silent, he would occasionally sniffle and his shoulders would tremble.

"..."

She forgot that Fan Zhao was the biggest drama queen.

What do you do when you meet a worthy opponent?

Qiao Zhen pinched her thigh, tears streaming down her face. Who doesn't cry? She pushed open the door.

Fan Zhao immediately turned around and looked at Qiao Zhen with red eyes, "Don't go."

Qiao Zhen felt like she was half-dead. She couldn't stand people crying in front of her. What was Fan Zhao trying to do?! No, she had to stay calm. Qiao Zhen silently chanted "prosperity, democracy, civility, harmony" in her mind. Harmony my ass! Stay calm my ass! She decided to take the easy way out.

"It's all my fault, don't go." Fan Zhao said softly while crying. He got up and walked to Qiao Zhen's side, carefully hooking her little finger with his finger.

Qiao Zhen wiped her own tears, both amused and exasperated, and then wiped Fan Zhao's tears as well. "You're the one who's wrong, but you're crying as if I'm the one who bullied you."

He... is so insecure.

Fan Zhao hugged Qiao Zhen and clung to her, saying, "If you leave, you have to take me with you."

"So heavy." Qiao Zhen pushed Fan Zhao away and said with disgust, "You're filthy. Go take a shower. I just changed into my little dress."

Fan Zhao still held her tightly, refusing to let go. "Will you still be there when I come out of the shower?"

"Yes, I'm here." Qiao Zhen pushed Fan Zhao into the bathroom. "Although you made a mistake, I forgive you. Fan Zhao, you mustn't do that again, understand?"

Which way? The way you forced her.

"Okay, don't go." Fan Zhao went into the bathroom, turning back every few steps.

Xiao Ling: [Host, don't be sad.]

Qiao Zhen: [Why am I sad?]

Xiao Ling: [So it was Fan Zhao who...?]

Qiao Zhen: [You didn't even notice my feigned reluctance? That means my acting skills have improved even further! Congratulations!]

Xiao Ling was confused: [What do you mean by playing hard to get?]

Qiao Zhen: [Didn't the target regain his memories at the end of the last mission, so I'm not allowed to seduce him anymore? But how can I treat him badly if I don't seduce him? If I can't seduce him, then I can only make him force himself on me.]

Xiao Ling: [I'm forcing you to spend Malaysian Ringgit! This system sees you enjoying it so much you wish you could be forced to do it every day! If it weren't for this act, you'd be moaning with pleasure, wouldn't you?]

Qiao Zhen: [Oh dear, you saw through me. I hadn't hidden my little thoughts well enough.]

You have been blocked by the system.

Wow, my system is amazing!

When Fan Zhao came out feeling refreshed, Qiao Zhen was nowhere to be seen in the bedroom. He pushed open the door in his bathrobe, but ended up squatting at the doorway, sobbing.

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