Chapter 588: The definition of: You may get pleasure from displeasing your wife, but you will feel great pain when coaxing her (1)

Translator: _Min

Si Fuqing paused.

Her thoughts drifted back to the moment Yuejian had called out to her. Indeed, she had forgotten to disguise her voice.

[Private][NINE] messaged: There’s no live broadcast, it’s not a big deal. Why the nerves?

Jiang Changfeng: ‘ .

It was him who had overreacted?

Deciding not to disguise her voice any longer, Si Fuqing took a sip of her coke. “What’s the issue? Can’t girls play games? Don’t just stand there, hurry up.” [Team] [JI] wrote: Yes, they can! Big Brother is the best!

Shen Xingjun found the voice increasingly familiar, a pleasant female voice like a refreshing breeze over water, stirring his heart.

Just as Shen Xingjun was about to speak, he realized he had lost his voice, leaving him bewildered and unable to react.

Yu XiHeng withdrew his hand, his voice cold with a hint of menace, “You’d best keep quiet today.”

Shen Xingjun was puzzled.

He wondered what he had done to provoke such a threatening response.

He quickly turned off his microphone and raised his hands in a gesture of silence.

A few seconds later, his voice returned.

Shen Xingjun rubbed his throat. “Shiyan, do you know some ancient martial art? Acupuncture points?”

Yu Xiheng’s tone was neither high nor low, utterly indifferent, “Curiosity killed the cat. ”

Shen Xingjun fell silent.

The team entered the dungeon, facing a challenge of hellish difficulty.

For Si Fuqing, it was her first attempt at such a challenging dungeon, which she found exhilarating.

However, she soon realized she had no opportunity to showcase her skills.

Every time she prepared to make a move, the white-robed bard beside her would strike first, swiftly eliminating the dungeon’s monsters without sparing even the weakest ones.

Moreover, he always stood to her right, matching her movements whether she walked or stopped.

[Private][JI] exclaimed: Damn, Big Brother, to think he was holding back when we went through the dungeon together. To see a bard played like this, impressive.

[Private][JI]: I told you your charm is great. Look, even Jiu the God has become your admirer.

Finally, Si Fuqing halted, her gaze unfriendly, “Sneak attacker, are you unwell today?”

She wasn’t playing a fragile healer; why the need to protect her?

The white-robed bard remained silent, his strings vibrating once more.

With a loud “boom”, the final monster fell to the ground.

He stood by her side, the wind fluttering his white robe as peach blossoms quietly fell around them.

The sight of a bard, typically a support role, protecting a muscular swordsman seemed odd.

[Team][Jiu]: Materials.

Si Fuqing looked over, noting the rare materials that had dropped.

“You don’t want them?”

[Team][Jiu]: For you.

The team was quiet, Shen Xingjun stifled from speaking.

“Sister Qingiqng, I suspect he’s a stalker.” Nian Yi’an turned off his microphone, whispering, “Notice how his attitude changed once he knew you were a girl.”

“Sounds plausible.” Si Fuqing narrowed her eyes, “Wait and see, I’ll deal with him.”

She turned her microphone back on, “Why are you so close to me? Do you like me? Do you have a masochistic tendency?”

Shen Xingjun chuckled, “Shiyan, you’ve got a love interest in the game too. Since she’s a girl, she’s probably around your age. Why don’t you meet up and see where it goes?”

“And why won’t you let me speak? Typing is such a hassle.” Yu Xiheng closed his eyes briefly, then coldly stated, “Foolish.” Shen Xingjun was at a loss.

He wondered what he had done to deserve being called foolish.

[Team] [Jiu]: Something’s come up, have to go

Yu Xiheng logged off the game, and with his departure, Shen Xingjun was also deprived of his right to play, failing to add NINE as a friend.

Moreover, he was kicked out of Yu Xiheng’s villa.

Shen Xingjun felt that Yu Xiheng was acting very oddly today.

In the study, Yu Xiheng leaned back in his chair, unusually pinching the bridge of his nose.

It was the first time in two lifetimes that something had caught him so off guard.

Shen Xingjun didn’t catch on, but Yu Xiheng knew her too well.

Since she was the Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand, she could also be NINE.

Age was indeed a matter of curiosity.

But if he could be reborn, why couldn’t others?

These were not the concerns that preoccupied Yu Xiheng.

He was a man who lived in the moment.

What concerned him was how he had angered her in the game.

When he played “Oracle,” NINE the God had already retired.

So, upon their chance encounter, he had casually tested her strength, not expecting her to be overwhelmed due to her lower level..