CHAPTER 449: 128. A BOMB PIG COOKIE_3

"..."

"Even though your body reacts, you still put on a self-righteous facade, pretending to be so pure and chaste, as if you’re preserving yourself for her!"

"..."

"You clearly see through her real face now, and your feelings towards her are no longer what they used to be, yet you still smile at her like before, pretending that nothing has changed..."

Spencer sneered, opening his mouth to speak.

Yet, as soon as these words left his mouth, Yan Huan, who originally couldn’t be bothered with him, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"Meow..."

Miao, who was perched on his shoulder, appeared concerned as it looked at him.

But the next second, sensing something, it got scared and quickly hopped off him.

Seeing Yan Huan standing motionless, Spencer thought his words had hit a nerve, and disdainfully "tsked,"

"What, did I..."

But the next second, Yan Huan suddenly turned around and looked at him.

That look immediately changed her expression slightly.

Even her previously impassive face was now covered by a mask created by Perfect Expression Management.

At this moment, his mask was slowly crumbling, and his true expression, as Spencer described, shone through the hypocrisy, revealing itself to her.

However, this look terrified her.

Because Yan Huan’s expression was extremely horrifying.

His face bore none of the smiles sketched before, looking at her as if she was an enemy, wishing he could tear her apart.

Yan Huan completely turned around, step by step approaching Spencer,

"Do you think I enjoy watching you mess up my life, making me go through a heap of troubles and act as if they never happened?

"Do you think I have nothing better to do than to deal with you people who are either brainless or utterly shameless degenerates?"

His voice was calm, as if devoid of disgust, as if merely stating a fact.

Yet for some reason, this terrifying tone unlike anything before was the first time Spencer had heard it.

That genuine disgust, that anger bursting from the heart, that heart-wrenching sadness...

All these emotions burst out all at once.

In Spencer’s blue eyes, Yan Huan’s shadow slowly approached, causing her to slightly startle and subconsciously step back,

"Yes, you always have your reasons... no one cares at home, you’re perverted at heart, easily controlled by desires...

"You always find a self-comforting reason, because only then can you unscrupulously unleash your desires and then throw all the consequences onto others to clean up your mess!"

Spencer’s eyes widened, watching him walk up to her, looking down on her,

"Just like you, Spencer. Day in and day out you speak of hypocrisy and disgust as if it proves how noble and superior your undisguised malice and stupidity are...

"In fact, apart from proving how immature, contemptible, and worthless you are, you prove nothing else!"

Spencer bit his lip, squeezing out a weak retort from his throat,

"I... I’m not..."

"Also, don’t tell me I’m targeting you. Let me tell you, if it wasn’t for your help with An Le at the beginning of the term, I wouldn’t even glance at someone as disgusting as you."

"Woo..."

But some emotions had been festering in Yan Huan’s heart for a long time, always suppressed, never intended to be revealed.

Even that day, when he drunkenly fell asleep in Tong Yingying’s arms in her shop, he tried hard to restrain himself, not uttering a word.

But today, Spencer’s words completely enraged him.

It was as if Yan Huan wanted to continue pretending in front of Sakuragi Hitomi, as if he was begging these Hosts to handle these modifiers.

After all this time facing the risk of life breakdown and triggering defeat CGs every day, was his selfless dedication just for their transcendence?

What a joke!

"...In the end, Spencer, you just want to steal others’ possessions for fun, and you’re tireless in your enjoyment!"

"You’re talking nonsense!! I didn’t!!"

Yan Huan stared intensely at Spencer’s trembling blue eyes, trying to see right through her.

Then, watching the ever-weakening Spencer, he spoke word by word,

"Only someone who has nothing themselves likes to steal from others!"

"!!"

Spencer’s pupils shrank little by little, and the next second, looking at Yan Huan, her eyes suddenly began to redden.

"The most ironic part is, people like you, even if you steal valuable things, can’t keep them, not even for a moment.

"Because you’ve never created anything beautiful yourself, so you never understand what it means to possess, only to rob incessantly and then lose just as incessantly!

"By maliciously and naively thinking that by destroying others’ beauty, you can drag others down to be as pitiful and pathetic as yourself..."

Spencer, her eyes red, intensely stared at Yan Huan’s extremely disdainful gaze, watched as he turned his head away, and said indifferently,

"In reality, from the beginning to the end, the only pitiful and pathetic person is you, Spencer."

"..."

Spencer’s palms trembled, as she tried to clench her fists to ease the inner turmoil, but her body shook even more.

She wanted to speak up, to say something to prove that she didn’t think that way.

However, she was foolish enough not to recognize whether her actions really caused as much trouble to others as he had said...