On the way home, Yan Xiaoxi had a furrowed brow and a heavy heart. Yan Yuchen tried various ways to please her, using all his charm to finally persuade her not to tell their parents about the matter.
"Little sister, it's really just a minor thing. Don't worry. Come on, give your brother a smile."
At the doorstep, Yan Yuchen stopped his bicycle, teasing her like a rascal, holding her chin.
Yan Xiaoxi, with a bitter face, said, "Brother, how can you joke at a time like this? What if those troublemakers bother you at school tomorrow?"
Yan Yuchen, smiling, teased, "Are you afraid your brother will sell you?"
She pushed away his hand, turned away, and grumbled, "I don't care; I'll tell Mom and Dad and let them decide."
Yan Yuchen threatened, "Dare you? I bet tonight I'll pretend to be dizzy and make you sleep with me."
Blushing, Yan Xiaoxi looked away and said, "No way!"
Yan Yuchen sneered, "See if you can resist when it comes to the crunch. Our parents wouldn't mind us sleeping together. If I say it tonight, you'll willingly come over to be my warm bed companion. Don't believe me? Try it."
Pouting, Yan Xiaoxi looked at him with resentment, saying, "Brother, you're truly cunning!"
"Pot calling the kettle black. You're the one who doesn't keep your promises."
Yan Yuchen looked smug.
As they bantered at the courtyard gate, a pleasant voice interrupted, "Yan Toad, heard someone's going to beat you up. Are you crying in fear?"
They turned to see Hu Guagua wearing a snow-white dress, a joyful smile on her face.
Under the reddening evening sun, she seemed like a fairy from a painting or a princess descending from the sky, unbelievably beautiful.
Yan Xiaoxi stared at her in awe, filled with admiration.
Yan Yuchen, momentarily lost in thought, pushed his bike inside, saying, "Little sister, come in quickly, stay away from that crazy woman, don't let her bite you."
"Okay."
Yan Xiaoxi reluctantly glanced at Hugua and followed him into the courtyard.
Outside the door, Hu Guagua stamped her foot, cursing, "Yan Toad, you damn scoundrel! I curse you to come back tomorrow crawling, beaten and humiliated!"
Aunt Nuan, draped in a snow-white fox fur, appeared beside her and whispered, "Miss, that flower centipede hasn't returned in a day and night; he must have been discovered by that lad."
Hu Guagua angrily said, "That scoundrel's luck is always so good; it really infuriates me!"
Aunt Nuan consoled, "Miss, calm down. Tonight, we'll release venomous snakes."
Hu Guagua's eyes turned cold as she sneered, "Good, bite him! Let him treat me like air, let him not value me!"
During dinner, Yan Xiaoxi seemed preoccupied, her face filled with worry and a furrowed brow. Her parents asked several times, but she hesitated each time. Whenever she was about to speak, Yan Yuchen would interrupt and discreetly pinch her thigh under the table.
After dinner, while Yan Yuchen was reviewing his homework in the bedroom, Yan Xiaoxi, having finished bathing, stormed in, lifting her skirt to reveal her bruised thighs, and angrily said, "Brother, look at this; it's all blue, all because of your pinching, you scoundrel!"
Yan Yuchen reached out to massage her thigh, nonchalantly saying, "It'll be fine by tomorrow."
She pushed away his hand, expressing disdain, "You didn't even wash your hands after dinner; it's filthy. Do you know I just took a bath?"
Yan Yuchen rubbed his hands together, savoring the moment, and said, "No wonder they're so slippery, like eels."
"Ugh! You're the one who's like an eel! I don't want to talk to you. I'm going to bed."
Yan Xiaoxi huffed and left the room. Unbeknownst to her, her ears had turned red. As she lay on the bed, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
In the quiet of the night, Qingya arrived right on time.
Yan Yuchen lay in bed, his spirit leaving his body, guiding Qingya to their destination.
"Qingya, tonight, teach someone a lesson. Make sure to torment him until he doesn't recognize his own mother! Hmph, daring to have designs on my little sister, I'll make him wish he were dead!"
Since the soul is sensitive to the scent of each living person, Yan Yuchen had memorized Zhang Hui's scent during the day. So, he quickly located his residence.
Zhang Hui rented a run-down room, filled with the smell of alcohol. In his embrace lay a heavily made-up woman, clearly hired for the night.
At this moment, both were sound asleep.
Yan Yuchen floated above his head, recalling Zhang Hui's arrogant and disgusting face from after school. He couldn't help but sneer. With a flicker, he and Qingya entered his forehead.
In the dream, Zhang Hui led a gang, wreaking havoc. After a moment, the scene shifted to a prison cell.
In the dim cell, Zhang Hui was miserably pressed against the wall by others, screams of pain and fear echoing through the cell.
Yan Yuchen, using his internal magic power, unexpectedly could see Zhang Hui's past memories vividly, even recalling childhood events.
After a brief nightmare, Zhang Hui started having lewd dreams. In this dream, the girl's face was somewhat blurred. Zhang Hui had just pressed her to the ground when a grotesque evil spirit suddenly appeared beside them, punching him away.
Zhang Hui, looking disheveled, got up and, looking up, found the evil spirit vanished. In its place stood a somewhat familiar-looking young man.
"It's you! You're Yan Yuchen, my cousin's classmate! You damn thing, was it you who just hit me? I'll make you regret it, believe me!"
Zhang Hui finally recognized the boy, instantly furious.
Yan Yuchen stepped forward and punched him, making him crawl on the ground. He said, "You give me a day. Let me apologize to your cousin on my knees, and you want my little sister to be your girlfriend? Is that true?"
Zhang Hui roared, jumped up from the ground, swinging his fists menacingly, and cursed, "Damn, do you know I've stabbed people and been to jail? You dare hit me, you little shit, you're dead! Even if you kneel and apologize, it won't save your sister this time!"
Just as he rushed toward Yan Yuchen, a dark, clawed hand emerged behind him, grabbed his scalp, and sinisterly said, "Hey, kid, come help me pick something up."
Saying this, a piece of soap was thrown on the ground.
In reality, on the bed, the heavily made-up woman was sleeping soundly but suddenly jumped up, startled by a scream from the man beside her.
Opening her eyes, she saw the man screaming in terror, shivering in fear, tears of pain streaming down his face.
"You're really sick!"
The woman cursed and slapped him on the face, shouting, "Hey, wake up! What kind of nightmare are you having? You're scaring yourself like this."
Zhang Hui didn't wake up, continuing to cry in agony.
In the dream, Qingya was already laughing breathlessly, covering his stomach, and said, "Master, even if this guy doesn't go insane tomorrow, he'll need someone to support him to walk. I'll continue lurking in his dreams, popping out from time to time to scare him. I guarantee he'll turn into an idiot. His mind and soul are already weak, so it's easy for me to hide inside. Even during the day, I'm not afraid."
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