He looked at her as if she were a god that had just descended to smite him, and he was grateful for the punishment.
"Crystal clear, dear Ji'an," Shiru whispered, his voice trembling slightly, thick with a dark, masochistic reverence that made Ji'an's stomach churn anew. "Your terms are... ruthlessly negotiated. I look forward to our future... transactions."
Ji'an stared at the crazed, obsessive look in his eyes.
A cold shiver raced down her spine. 'He liked it? That crazy fuck--!'
Ji'an realised with a surge of horror. 'I just broke his foot, and it only made his toxic male-lead syndrome worse. These protagonists are fundamentally, irreparably broken.'
Before Ji'an could decide whether she needed to break his other foot just to be safe, heavy, sprinting footsteps echoed from the end of the aisle.
"Brother Lin! Shiru! I found it!"
Gu Zhiwei came bounding around the corner, holding a glowing golden scroll high above his head, his face split into a massive, triumphant grin.
