Master Xiao Weeps Over His Beloved Darling (1)

“Waaah, please don’t strangle me.” A faint yet sudden sobbing echoed through the dark alley behind the bar. Yan Jiu suddenly felt a sharp sting on the back of his hand, as if it had been scalded by water droplets.

A strikingly beautiful young girl was being choked by a man. Her black eyes brimmed with tears, looking at him pitifully, evoking a sense that hurting her was a grievous sin.

“Master Jiu, the person has been dealt with,” a subordinate dressed in black said with reverence. Behind the man, a lifeless body was being carried away.

The man nodded casually, as if human life weighed nothing to him.

Unconcerned, he tightened his grip. The girl’s delicate and helpless appearance failed to elicit any mercy from him.

The young girl’s face flushed red, her breathing grew labored—she was just a step away from death.

“Waaah, it hurts, it’s so unbearable! Let me go, ow!” Suddenly finding hidden strength, the girl bit down hard on the hand choking her, even as tears streamed down like broken pearls.

Yan Jiu was taken aback for a rare moment when bitten on the webbing of his hand. He loosened his grip slightly, and the girl struggled free, escaping.

“Ugh, disgusting!”

Snapping out of his daze, Yan Jiu easily caught her again.

This time, though still choking her, his grip was lighter—just enough to let her speak.

“You say I’m dirty?” He squinted, unable to read her expression.

Hua Mi weakly grasped the man’s large hand with both of hers, barely able to wrap around one of his fingers.

Her tear-filled eyes blinked pleadingly, her voice tinged with a heartbreaking whimper: “Not dirty, not dirty. Please don’t strangle me anymore, it’s so painful.”

Her voice was soft and sweet, every word like a coaxing plea. Most would have given in by now, but she had clearly met her match.

His grip tightened again.

“Waaah!” The girl began crying even harder.

Perhaps overwhelmed by discomfort, like a cornered rabbit, she suddenly raised her foot to kick the man’s calf fiercely, venting her frustration.

[Host!!!] The system suddenly blared urgently.

[Host, run! The latest data just transmitted shows the male lead’s corruption level has reached 100%!]

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“Huh?” Hua Mi was still stunned.

“You’ve got some nerve.” Yan Jiu didn’t expect her to dare kick and bite him. For the first time, he looked directly at the woman he was nearly choking to death.

In the darkness, the girl’s beauty seemed to glow.

Her face was delicate and fine, lips ruby red and moist, long eyelashes like tiny fans, her entire being radiating fragility and tenderness. Her eyes shimmered with tears, making her all the more pitiable.

His gaze faltered for a moment, then he switched from choking to pinching, lifting her chin to examine her tear-streaked face, as if admiring an intriguing toy.

Hua Mi was forced to raise her face, allowing the man’s eyes to roam over her features. She even struck a particularly flattering angle, though her mind was elsewhere.

“Jiu Jiu, what do you mean? This fierce man is the male lead? Has my mission already failed before it even began?”

Jiu Jiu, full name Good Luck System No. 99, an ordinary employee at the Quick Transmigration Bureau, had just bonded with HuaI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.