The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie

Chapter 35: 035: Devil Jiang Zhi Online (Update 1)

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

摸到了,她的手.

Miss Zhou’s eyelashes fluttered once, and she stood there dumbfounded, letting the cellphone in her palm slide away.

“Bang.”

The phone hit the edge of the glass coffee table, and the screen cracked instantly.

Her expression and movements froze. Her speed and agility far exceeded that of normal people by dozens of times. For her, dropping the phone was a significant accident. @@novelbin@@

“Zhou Xufang.”

She looked up, still a bit dazed: “Huh?”

Jiang Zhi, who was much taller than her, was looking down at her: “The phone screen broke again.”

His voice was tense, his forehead was sweaty, and a thin pink flush slowly appeared around his eyes as he stared at her intensely.

No wonder people on set said that Jiang Zhi’s eyes could captivate souls.

Zhou Xufang herself noticed that her reactions seemed to slow down significantly at this moment, and her expression became more wooden and dull.

She just remembered to say: “It seems the screen is broken.” She even forgot about the burning hot hand still covering the back of her hand.

A hint of satisfaction curved Jiang Zhi’s lips: “So, how will you compensate me?”

Obviously, her stunned reaction amused him.

“You touched it first—” Mid-sentence, Zhou Xufang looked down and realized that his palm was still stuck on the back of her hand.

One cold, one hot, an extreme contrast.

Reflexively, she pulled her hand back with force, then grabbed Jiang Zhi’s wrist and twisted it hard, as she did countless times out of self-preservation instinct.

Outside, Ah Wan heard a scream. Without a second thought, he kicked the door open and saw his employer clutching his hand, glaring at Zhou Xufang with his captivating, watery eyes.

Blushing like a naive young boy unfamiliar with love and romance, he said: “Dropping my phone can be forgiven, but hurting my hand cannot be overlooked.”

Ah Wan: “…”

The scene of a well-behaved young man and a female bully forced Ah Wan to withdraw his foot and, unable to help himself, sneak a glance at ‘the female bully.’

‘The female bully’ frowned, showing a guilty and regretful expression, not knowing how to handle the situation. After a while, she still extended her hand: “Since I hurt your hand, you can pinch mine too.”

Ah Wan understood. Miss Zhou had hurt the employer again. Now, Ah Wan was sure that their employer was the submissive type in past relationships, even to the bone. So, even now when he’s not in such relationships, his nature is hard to change.

And Miss Zhou was the definite dominant one.

Miss “Outright Dominant” Zhou even sincerely said: “I don’t fear pain; you can pinch harder.”

After all, since she made him feel so much pain, she had to repay.

In Ah Wan’s opinion, Miss Zhou was a steel-hearted straight woman meeting a scheming submissive, and he was very excited to watch the show. Although his brain wasn’t very developed, he had seen enough Korean romance dramas to understand a bit.

The frown on Jiang Zhi’s face softened, and his misty peach blossom eyes cleared up, suddenly brightened: “You said it.” He stepped forward, “This time, don’t dodge.”

She didn’t dodge.

He held her hand.

For a long time, she didn’t dodge. It turned out that a normal human’s body temperature was so warm, unlike her, cold all over like a monster.

His hand was so big it could wrap around her entire hand, transferring warmth to her bit by bit.

In the end, she withdrew her hand and, without a word, walked out of the lounge.

“Boss.”

“Boss.”

Jiang Zhi was in a daze.

Ah Wan hesitated for a while, unable to resist his curiosity: “Do you,” he covered his mouth and whispered, “do you like Miss Zhou?”

No wonder he had been acting strangely lately. It was because of love.

Jiang Zhi withdrew his gaze from the door, with the lingering heat of excitement in his eyes, still showing that captivating red hue: “What did you see just now?”

Ah Wan weakly told the truth: “I saw you touch her hand.”

Not just a touch, a stroke!

Surprisingly, Jiang Zhi didn’t get angry. Instead, he stared at his hand, continuing to be lost in thought.

Oh, he wasn’t dreaming; he must have lost his mind.

After a moment.

“Go out, close the door.”

Ah Wan sneaked a look at his despondent employer: “Oh.”

Jiang Zhi sat quietly for a while, then picked up the phone with the cracked screen and dialed a number. He didn’t know why he did it, but he saved the damned psychologist’s number from the last time.

“Mr. Jiang.”

On the phone, Doctor Qiu’s voice trembled as if he had been greatly frightened.

Jiang Zhi lay back on the sofa, stretched his legs on the coffee table, and spoke in a lazy, weak tone, as if talking to himself: “Now, I think about her not only in my thoughts; I also want to touch her.”

Doctor Qiu, who hadn’t understood the situation: “…” Is this series not pretending to be friends anymore?

Jiang Zhi put the phone on speaker and threw it onto the sofa, lying on the sofa with his arms outstretched, looking up at the ceiling light: “I just touched her hand.”

With an unhurried, spine-chilling tone.

The more Doctor Qiu listened, the more terrified he felt: “…”

Jiang Zhi narrowed his eyes, his peach blossom eyes elongated into the shape of a half-crescent moon. His gaze, unfocused, emitted a contradictory excitement and eagerness like a hound ready to hunt prey.

“That’s not enough. Now, I want to touch her face.”

Doctor Qiu gulped a mouthful of saliva out of fear: “…”

“I wonder what else I’ll want to touch after her face?”

Doctor Qiu shivered, trembling all over: “…”

What’s with this overwhelming demonic aura?

After describing, Jiang Zhi ended his illogical and spontaneous comments with a sickly tone: “Do you think I’m sick?”