Yu Wan'er's Little Scheme, Auntie War God Strikes!

Yu Wan'er was completely dumbfounded.

Jiang Che!!!

How had he gotten in here?

She had clearly locked the bedroom door from the inside before coming in.

But what she should be worrying about now was... her own safety!

A girl had just finished showering, wrapped in nothing but a bath towel, and was seen by a man... Did she even need to think about what might happen next?

"Jiang Che, how did you get in here???"

Little Loli clutched the bath towel around herself tightly.

Even her tiny toes curled up as she exposed only her little head, staring daggers at Jiang Che.

"Oh~ Your bedroom connects to mine. Didn't you know that?"

As Jiang Che spoke, he pointed toward the balcony door.

Good lord, the balcony door directly connected the two bedrooms.

"Y-You pervert, get out now!"

Jiang Che was wearing only a pair of loose shorts, his upper body bare.

After several rounds of enhancement from the system, his physique had become nearly perfect!

Six-pack abs, like hard stones embedded in the young man's abdomen—not as terrifyingly exaggerated as a bodybuilder's, but they contained explosive, frightening power.

Combined with Jiang Che's handsome face, it would be difficult for any girl to resist him in that moment.

Even Yu Wan'er couldn't help swallowing.

Yu Wan'er: Why does this bastard have such a great body? I've never even seen him work out!

Yu Wan'er: Hmph! A bastard is still a bastard! No matter how good his body is, it doesn't change the fact that he's a bastard!

Yu Wan'er: What does he want? Jiang Che definitely wants to bully me. I'm not going to let him have his way... If he gets rough with me, I'll call the police... Forget it... I'll just scream. But it probably won't help even if I do, right?

Yu Wan'er: I think I know why Jiang Che's mother made me stay in this bedroom. This was her intention... Hehe... What a mother who loves her son.

Jiang Che overheard every last one of Little Loli's thoughts.

He was very satisfied with the Heart Link skill.

For a mildly perverted guy like Jiang Che, this skill was practically divine!

Eavesdropping on girls' Inner Voices was even more fun than flirting with them directly.

"What's wrong? This is my house... Am I not allowed to come in?"

Jiang Che smiled casually.

He was still very interested in a little girl like Yu Wan'er.

When Yu Wan'er saw Jiang Che acting so shamelessly, she understood... Jiang Che was a super pervert. She probably wouldn't escape disaster tonight.

"Jiang Che, I still have to take my mom for dialysis tomorrow."

Little Loli began using her signature move again.

Acting cute!

Honestly, Yu Wan'er had honed her cute act to perfection. Even Jiang Che's heart softened slightly.

"You're not that little. You're already nineteen, a month older than me. I should be calling you big sister... right, Sister Wan'er?"

Jiang Che's words made Yu Wan'er lose it.

This guy had no shame at all... No, that wasn't right!

He didn't have any skin in the game!

"By the way, you should be older than Ye Mengyao, right? Why do you call Ye Mengyao big sister?" Jiang Che asked curiously.

"Hmph, none of your business!" Yu Wan'er snapped.

Yu Wan'er: I don't want to call Ye Mengyao big sister either, but Ye Mengyao thinks I look much younger than her, so she forced me to call her that!

Jiang Che: "Good lord, so that's how it is."

"Jiang Che... Why do you always bully me?"

"I've never provoked you. Why are you so mean? Why don't you bully someone else? Why don't you bully Ye Mengyao?"

The moment Yu Wan'er thought about everything she had gone through these past few days, she felt so wronged that she wanted to cry...

But ever since she met Jiang Che, her boundaries had been broken again and again.

She was starting to feel afraid—afraid that she would truly fall for him, that his sugar-coated attacks would conquer her!

She didn't want this!

At that critical moment, Yu Wan'er seemed to sense something.

Her cheeks flushed first, but then she let out a sigh of relief.

Saved...

"Jiang... Jiang Che, my period came! It really came!"

Yu Wan'er had never been so grateful for her auntie.

Because her constitution was rather weak, she often suffered from menstrual cramps... so she had always loathed her periods. But at this very moment... that damn auntie had saved her life.

Yu Wan'er's Inner Voice: Thank heavens, Auntie, I love you.

Jiang Che: "..."

Watching Yu Wan'er dart into the bathroom, Jiang Che leaned against the headboard and rubbed his temple, looking slightly annoyed.

"Damn author! Is this the protagonist's plot armor? I fucking touch the heroine once... and you give her a period?"

Why couldn't he touch the heroine?

Because he was the villain, of course!

"You bastard, even if I have to cross dimensions, I'll chop off your damn head!"

Jiang Che grumbled for a bit.

But he wasn't in a hurry, because Yu Wan'er could no longer escape the palm of his hand.

Girls like Yu Wan'er might be highly calculating, but once you peeled away all those layers of disguise... she was just a fragile girl.

(Spare me, please. It's already been four times in the Little Dark Room. Grandpa Shenhe, spare me—I'll kowtow to you.)

Yu Wan'er soon came out of the bathroom wearing a pure white nightgown. The gown was clearly not her size, at least one size too big.

The moment she came out, Yu Wan'er felt utterly relieved.

Yu Wan'er's Inner Voice: Hehe, Jiang Che, you perverted bastard. My period's here... what can you do to me now?

Yu Wan'er was in an excellent mood, even mocking Jiang Che in her heart.

For her right now, her period was a protective talisman.

Though she felt like she was flying with joy, her expression was awful, because it really did hurt!

The girl clutched her stomach, her face twisted as bitterly as a bitter melon.

"Jiang Che, my period came. My stomach hurts so much."

Hiss... that really hurts. Is this the price of escaping Jiang Che's clutches? I want to cry.

After hearing Yu Wan'er's Inner Voice, Jiang Che chuckled.

See that? This was Yu Wan'er!

What was a green tea bitch? This was a green tea bitch.

One act on the surface, another in her heart—like a sow wearing a bra, layer after layer.