CHAPTER 459: CHAPTER 459 - PILL AND SPICY

"Oil, my chest wrap..."

While tilting his head to dry the wet long hair, Li Cang casually asked, as he lifted his eyes and saw the frozen-in-place Zhu Haomiao, with his swan-like elegant body suddenly stiffening.

In the awkward and stiff atmosphere, the wide T-shirt collar slowly slid down, revealing a snow-white delicate shoulder, and a faintly visible full white curve.

Zhu Haomiao: "..."

Li Cang: "..."

After a few moments of big eyes staring into little eyes, Zhu Haomiao slowly squinted his eyes, his gaze gradually becoming sharp, and he began to stride directly towards Li Cang.

Thump thump thump~

Seeing the young man in black approaching quickly with a stiff neck, Li Cang’s heart suddenly surged with a hint of panic, and he instinctively took half a step back.

Don’t come over here!

The next second, realizing her panic, Li Cang halted his steps, forced himself to stay composed, his shy, moist expression turning cold and proud, habitually lifting his head and puffing out his chest,

"You... what do you want to do?"

Zhu Haomiao silently walked up to her, not answering, just slowly lowering his head, looking at the even more imposing and exaggerated curvature due to the puffed chest, with one hand on his chin, his expression becoming incredibly grave and puzzled.

The burning gaze felt like a branding iron rolling over his chest, and in an instant, Li Cang realized that his action was somewhat inadvertently revealing, and he froze completely.

Instinctively wanting to hunch over, but thinking that was even more deliberate, Li Cang could only endure and stare, maintaining his proud, cold-lifted head expression.

Meanwhile, earnestly thinking, carefully analyzing, Zhu Haomiao solemnly raised his head to look at Li Cang’s face.

The sharp, knife-like facial features inexplicably became a bit softer, the aggressive and invasive aura vanished, replaced by a forced arrogance.

The swan-like long white neck was high and mighty, overlooking him with a disdainful and dismissive gaze, yet the ears red enough to drip blood betrayed her true inner emotions.

The gaze shifted up and down, looking at Li Cang’s face, then her chest, then the face again, then the chest again. Finally, Zhu Haomiao silently moved his gaze to the not-so-distant Wan Ning, who was sneaking out hunched, curling her hands and feet.

Whoosh~

Feeling like a thief sneaking out, Wan Ning suddenly felt the collar on the back of her neck tighten, and she was lifted up with great strength.

"Yip~"

Instinctively making a cute whimper, Wan Ning curled up into a ball, suspended mid-air, being slowly turned around.

"Senior sister, don’t you have anything to explain?"

Facing Zhu Haomiao’s forced sinister smile, Wan Ning looked at him like a little beaten-up puppy, her eyes blinking innocently.

"What are you talking about? I don’t understand~"

Looking at this guy who was still maliciously pretending to be cute at death’s door, Zhu Haomiao stared into her eyes without blinking.

"Didn’t you say Li Cang was a boy? Then why does she have a chest?!!"

Facing Zhu Haomiao’s questioning, Wan Ning’s eyes rolled around, and her expression gradually turned serious and heavy: "Actually, Cangcang just went to Thailand..."

Bang~

Before Zhu Haomiao could react, a bouncing ball hit hard against Wan Ning’s forehead, leaving a red mark on the spot.

"Yip~"

The familiar bouncing sound was like a starting gun, and a little white head suddenly popped out from Zhu Haomiao’s waist. Seeing the toy bouncing around, it excitedly howled and chased after it.

Slowly turning his head, looking at Li Cang with eyes sharp as knives staring murderously at Wan Ning, Zhu Haomiao hesitated to speak, but after a moment of struggle, he turned and looked at Wan Ning, who was hugging her head and whimpering.

"Are you sure you went to Thailand?"

"Boo hoo hoo... I didn’t go..."

The bright, water-like big eyes, now shimmering, Wan Ning held her head, shaking it, no longer daring to talk nonsense.

"Yip~"

Diao Chan returned the toy to Li Cang’s hand, the ball that was the size of a glass marble rapidly expanded back to tennis ball size as soon as it left the mouth.

Causally weighing it twice, Li Cang didn’t throw the bouncing ball out again but coldly stared at Wan Ning.

Meanwhile, filled with anticipation, having waited for a long time only for the toy not to be thrown, Diao Chan blinked, only to suddenly realize something was off.

"Eh? Ningning got caught~"

"Wan la~"

"Ningning hit her danger limit~"

Seeing Wan Ning being lifted in the air by Zhu Haomiao, with the same expression as when she was beaten, Diao Chan showed a sympathetic look.

"It’s you who’s at your danger limit!"

Embarrassed and enraged, Wan Ning roared, then her expression changed, she looked at Zhu Haomiao with timid, pitiful eyes.

"Shui~"

The sweetly sappy tone did nothing to shake Zhu Haomiao’s cold gaze. Realizing that the usual tricks weren’t working, Wan Ning collapsed into a heap, stubbornly humming with her neck stiffened.

"I was wrong, I won’t dare next time, you might as well beat me to death~"

Zhu Haomiao: "..."

This kind of insincere act actually stumped Zhu Haomiao, but before he could hesitate for a few seconds, a slender figure with a lingering fragrance walked up beside him.

"I’ll do it! I’ve wanted to beat her up for a long time!"

Subconsciously accepting the bouncy ball and Diao Chan handed to him by Li Cang, Zhu Haomiao watched wide-eyed as she grabbed the frightened Wan Ning and dragged her upstairs.

"Awooo!! No! Shui help me~~~~"

Watching Wan Ning, clawing wildly to grab onto something, leaving desperate scratch marks on the floor, only to be forcibly dragged around the corner of the stairs by Li Cang’s strength, Zhu Haomiao and Diao Chan exchanged a glance, shivering in unison.

Soon, the muffled whimpers were sealed off by a door, and it was a good few dozen minutes before Li Cang walked downstairs, refreshed, followed by a soulless Wan Ning.

By this time, a superb spread of food was ready. Watching the expressionless Wan Ning, with vacant eyes devoid of light, Zhu Haomiao mischievously called out.

"Come eat, I made your favorite dishes."

Smelling the rich aroma at her nose, raising her eyes to see the spread dishes giving off a faint spirit light, Wan Ning’s dim and gray pupils were filled with light once more.

"Boo hoo hoo... Shui, you’re still the best to me, Cangcang is such a..."

"Hmm?!"

"Uh... Cangcang is... also okay..."

Seeing Wan Ning instantly change her tune from Li Cang’s cold snort, Zhu Haomiao couldn’t help but pressed his lips to stifle a laugh, inviting the two to sit down, guiding the topic back on track.

"So, you’ve actually been a girl all along, Cangcang?"

"Yes."

Li Cang sat in her seat, calmly nodding.

"Then why didn’t you ever explain it to me?"

"Because she always makes me pretend to be her boyfriend in front of others, to effectively prevent harassment, but later, as we got familiar..."

Saying this, Li Cang glanced at Zhu Haomiao, pressing her lips awkwardly.

"I couldn’t find a suitable opportunity."