Chapter 202 Value

A sound came from outside the door: furniture being crushed by something.

Just as Ying Yun was about to turn his head to look at the bathroom door, Xin Que turned his face around, forcing him to look at her.

“I feel…” Xin Que covered her head, her expression restrained, “a memory that was sealed away by extreme pain is starting to loosen.”

Ying Yun's attention immediately fell on Xin Que. He sat up abruptly, his fragile crystal instantly transforming into tempered glass. "Really?!"

"No," Ying Yun realized he seemed to be speaking too loudly, and immediately started coughing violently, grabbing Xin Que's arm and leaning against her, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you..."

Xin Que looked distressed. "I know. The doctor said you're prone to losing control of your emotions after hitting your head. I shouldn't have brought up the amnesia issue to upset you."

Ying Yun "..."

Oh my old administrator, she's so easy to fool.

Xin Que carefully checked the gauze on Ying Yun's forehead for any bleeding and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that he was alright. "The hospital is not safe, we can't stay here for long."

She pulled Ying Yun's hospital gown tighter, her expression worried. "I'll try to get you out of here, but it might be inconvenient for you."

Ying Yun was busy uploading Xin Que's emotional fluctuation data to the prison network to verify its authenticity. Upon hearing this, he nonchalantly said, "It's okay, as long as we..."

Xin Que once again skipped Ying Yun's conversation and delivered a swift and precise chop to the back of Ying Yun's head.

Using the remaining data access privileges she had, Xin Que briefly removed the ward from the administrator's control before opening the door and leaving the bathroom.

As soon as the door opened, their eyes met those of Luo Huayi, who was leaning against the door of the ward.

The man stood behind a dense thicket of thorns, a black shirt casually draped over his shoulders, which did little to conceal the bruises on his chest.

"You can't fake liking someone," Luo Huayi slowly repeated Xin Que's lines from the bathroom. "How come I never realized you had so many sweet nothings in your head before?"

Ignoring Luo Huayi's sarcastic remarks, Xin Que dragged a still intact chair from the thorns and sat down. "I thought you were so tired yesterday, you would at least sleep in today."

Luo Huayi's expression froze.

"I really don't understand you anymore..." Luo Huayi walked over the thorns to Xin Que, "What's the point of acting with this kind of lackey?"

Xin Que's gaze fell on the half-exposed V-line of the man's waistband, her expression unchanged. "I don't think I need to discuss the plan with outsiders."

Luo Huayi suddenly leaned down, bracing herself against the back of the chair behind her to meet her gaze. "Correct, it's an enemy."

Xin Que laughed, "Alright, my enemy, help me cut off communication between the ward and the outside world."

Luo Huayi's expression suddenly turned sinister.

“There are plenty of people who hate me, you’re nothing compared to me…you’re no threat at all.” Xin Que grabbed Luo Huayi’s collar, forcing him to come closer.

"To tell you the truth, I've lost count of how many people have died at my hands—nobles, commoners, upper-class, lower-class..."

"Everyone is shouting that blood debts must be repaid in blood."

"They're far more realistic than you are. They'll say things like they want to skin me alive, tear me apart, send me to the deepest hell, and torture me to a thousand cuts..."

“If you want revenge, go queue up for a lottery,” she said, her eyes filled with utter indifference and malice. “If you want to see me regret it… in my next life.”

Luo Huayi gripped the backrest even tighter.

“Luo Huayi,” she looked directly into his dark eyes, “you say you hate me, yet you can’t resist me getting close to you… You want to kill me quickly, but you force yourself to find all sorts of reasons to give up…”

"You can't hate to the extreme, and you can't love without any reservations... Aren't you tired of living such a conflicted life?"

The sinister glint in Luo Huayi's eyes was almost uncontrollable.

"Have you no shame?" he stared intently at her. "You've ruined me like this, and you still have the nerve to accuse me of being difficult?"

The woman across from me had only extreme selfishness in her eyes.

You can't see anything else.

Luo Huayi released the backrest behind her. "You're ruthless."

Xin Que didn't loosen her grip on his collar. "What I said yesterday, you should think it over carefully."

"Should we cooperate again... and give myself a chance to get revenge on me in reality?"

Luo Huayi raised her hand and grabbed the back of her head. "Do you treat me like a dog that you can call upon and dismiss at will?"

"You think you can just give me some expired bone and keep me charging into battle for you?"

"You're really something..."

Xin Que suddenly stood up, pushed Luo Huayi aside, and walked towards the bathroom.

There's some activity on Ying Yun's side.

Luo Huayi steadied herself and looked at Xin Que's figure as she passed by.

“She’s about to wake up,” Xin Que said, carrying Ying Yun out. She then addressed Luo Huayi, who was sitting in the chaise lounge, “Hurry up and take your Thorn back with you, lest the administrator notice.”

Luo Huayi's gaze fell on Xin Que's arms holding Ying Yun.

He quickly looked away again.

...

Ying Yun rubbed the back of his head and opened his eyes.

My head is throbbing.

"How could I..." He tried to focus his blurry vision.

Xin Que threw her luggage into the car, "I used unconventional methods because I was afraid of arousing suspicion from the hospital..."

"I'm sorry," Xin Que smiled apologetically, "You won't blame me for being rash, will you?"

Ying Yun "..."

Is this the style of the female lead's dialogue?

“We’ll stay here for now…” Xin Que opened the hotel room door and immediately closed it.

Thick thorns, as thick as a bowl, snaked and coiled around the room.

“The cleaning at this hotel is terrible,” Xin Que said expressionlessly, pushing Ying Yun, who was still in shock, away. “Let’s find another one.”

They drove to another small hotel, where they finally got a chance to rest for a while.

I had just closed the bathroom door and turned on the tap to wash my face when a pair of arms wrapped around my lower back.

Xin Que leaned against the sink, her gaze fixed on the gushing water from the faucet, without even glancing at the man reflected in the mirror.

"Why aren't you staying in a five-star hotel?" Luo Huayi reached out and turned off the tap, then looked at the woman trapped in front of him.

"What kind of five-star hotel opens its doors to a field of thorns?" Xin Que retorted.

“You’re lying to him…” Luo Huayi rested her chin on the woman’s neck, her tone strange, “Anyway, with your skillful deception… why worry that the male lead won’t accept such a small thing?”

Noticing the tension in her forearm muscles, Luo Huayi raised her hand and placed it on the back of her hand, her tone becoming more normal, "Don't worry, the bathroom is protected by my thorns... he can't hear us."

Xin Que looked up at Luo Huayi in the mirror, "Have you thought it through what I mentioned before?"

Luo Huayi suddenly tightened her grip on his arm.

"I can't agree to that."

Luo Huayi's voice was gentle, completely opposite to her actions, "You'll never hurt me a second time in your life."

Xin Que showed no surprise.

“Okay,” she nodded, indicating that she understood Luo Huayi’s attitude, and then changed the subject, “If you don’t want to cooperate with me, why did you come to me in the first place?”

Luo Huayi fell silent.

The cramped space remained silent for a long time. Then his Adam's apple bobbed, and he chuckled softly.

"Can't I have an affair with you...?"

Xin Que paused as she reached for toiletries. "What, you can't be an Avenger anymore... so you've switched to being a mistress?"

Luo Huayi turned her head and bit the woman's vest strap, pulling it aside. When she saw the bite mark on her collarbone, her expression softened unconsciously.