Qingyao pushed open the door of the box expressionlessly, and her cold eyes pierced Qi Yue like sharp arrows. When Qi Yue saw Qingyao, a trace of panic flashed across his face, and he hurriedly stood up and walked towards her.
Qingyao raised her chin slightly and said coldly: "It seems that you are having a lot of fun here."
Qi Yue stammered and explained, "Ayao, it's not what you think. It's just my friends stirring up trouble."
Qingyao sneered, "Are your friends cheering you on? You seem to really enjoy the feeling of being cheered on." As she spoke, she gently brushed away Qi Yue's hand that was reaching out to grab her.
Qi Yue's eyes were filled with helplessness and regret. He whispered, "Ayao, I was wrong. Let's go."
Qingyao stood still, her eyes slowly sweeping over everyone in the box, and finally fell back on Qi Yue, "Leave? If you leave so easily, wouldn't that be very embarrassing for me?"
Everyone else in the box was silent, not daring to make a sound, and watched the confrontation between the two men nervously.
Qingyao took light lotus steps and walked into the box gracefully. The cold aura she exuded was like a gust of cold wind sweeping through, instantly silencing the noisy box. Everyone's eyes were cast on her, but the moment they met her gaze, they dodged as if they had been electrocuted.
She sat down gracefully in the middle of the sofa, her back straight and legs crossed, her every move revealing her innate nobility and composure.
She raised her eyes slightly, her gaze casually sweeping across everyone's faces. She opened her red lips slightly, and although her voice was not loud, it resounded like a bell in everyone's ears: "Do you like to play? Then I'll play with you, but it's fun only if there are stakes."
After saying that, she gently raised her hand and tucked a strand of hair that fell on her cheek behind her ear. The fair neck and delicate collarbone that were inadvertently exposed, under the ambiguous light of the box, added a bit of charm and danger.
Everyone looked at each other, no one dared to respond easily. The whole box was filled with an extremely oppressive silence. Only the deafening music was still blasting inconspicuously, as if to provide the soundtrack for the tense atmosphere.
The moment Qi Yue raised his eyes and caught a glimpse of Qingyao, her frosty face and the chilling aura emanating from her body made his heart sink suddenly. He thought to himself that something was wrong, knowing that she was already angry.
He opened his lips slightly, wanting to say something but stopping himself. After hesitating for a moment, he slowly and cautiously moved towards Qingyao. He stood beside Qingyao, lowered his head slightly, avoided her gaze, and said softly: "Ayao, let's go home, okay? I won't have any contact with them anymore." There was a hint of flattery and pleading in his voice, his eyes were full of regret and uneasiness, and his body unconsciously leaned forward slightly, as if waiting for Qingyao's verdict.
Qingyao's red lips parted, and a "hehe" sounded like a cold breeze blowing through the hall on a cold night, filled with endless mockery. "No, everyone needs to have fun tonight, right?" Her tone was gentle, but every word was like a hammer hitting everyone's heart.
After he finished speaking, those icy eyes swept across like a sharp sickle, and everyone who touched them felt a chill to the bone. Their souls seemed to be locked tightly by the cold gaze of the god of death, and fear spread wildly in their hearts.
They had heard that Qi Yue's girlfriend was very capable and a tough character, but only at this moment did they truly feel that Qing Yao's deterrent power far exceeded that of their own majestic elders. The fear that penetrated deep into their bones made them want to disappear from the box immediately and find a crack in the ground to hide forever to avoid the oppressive feeling like a thorn in their back.
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, cold sweat dripping down their foreheads. In this suffocating atmosphere, their throats were dry, and swallowing became extremely difficult. However, Qingyao's gaze, which seemed to penetrate their souls, was like a thorn in their backs, making them realize that there was no way to escape at this moment.
After a long time, a guy who seemed braver cleared his throat with forced calmness, but the trembling ending tone still exposed his inner fear. He asked with a stiff upper lip: "I wonder how the boss wants to play? What's the bet?" As soon as the words came out, the air in the entire box seemed to freeze. Everyone pricked up their ears, nervously waiting for Qingyao's response, but their bodies involuntarily leaned back slightly.
After hearing the man's question, Qingyao raised the corners of her mouth slightly, outlining a faint arc, but the smile did not reach her eyes, and her cold eyes still revealed a chilling indifference.
She tilted her head slightly, a hint of amusement flashing in her eyes, as if she was examining a group of ants who overestimated their own capabilities.
Then, the smile quickly dissipated like ripples on the water, and her face returned to its stern look. Her eyes became sharper, as if silently declaring her absolute control over this "game". The slightest hope that had just ignited in everyone's hearts was instantly shattered, and they were once again shrouded in endless fear.
Qingyao opened her red lips slightly, and her voice seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, icy and piercing: "Let's compare the size of the points, the bet money or fingers, 100 million per round or one finger per round, what do you say?" Her tone was gentle, but seemed to have magic. Every word was like a sharp ice blade, piercing straight into everyone's eardrums and then deeply into their hearts.
After she finished speaking, she raised her head slightly, her eyes wandering nonchalantly across everyone's faces, as if she was looking at an insignificant object.
When everyone heard this, they were shocked and gasped in unison. The sound was particularly clear in the silent box. Some of the timid people felt their legs go weak and they collapsed to the ground. Their faces were as pale as paper, their eyes were full of fear and despair, and their bodies trembled involuntarily.
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