A nameless shiver ran up my spine, shooting straight to the crown of my head.
At that moment, the fear in my heart had reached an unimaginable height.
I was no longer the cocky, optimistic person I'd been at the start.
Ye Qingxian's way of thinking, the way she handled things, her ability to adapt—everything about her told me that this woman was far beyond anything my little bit of cleverness could contend with.
I couldn't stop myself from wanting to back down. I was even regretting my impulsiveness tonight.
No.
I absolutely couldn't let Ye Qingxian examine the babies.
If she saw that I was carrying two eggs,
then I'd be done for the rest of my life.
For the first time, I took such a hard line and sprang up. "No!"
I forcibly pulled her hand away. The trembling in my eyes couldn't be faked.
By now, I had no room left to think about how my guilt-trip tactic had failed to make the Female Protagonist feel guilty.
Instead, she'd met every move I made with one of her own, driving me into a dead end.
It was only a battle of wits. How could I, Ye Xiaoyao, lose so miserably—and even end up on the verge of losing my life?
That was right. It was fear.
The pressure of an invincible person closing in on me, step by step,
had pushed my fraying emotions to the brink of collapse.
Facing Ye Qingxian again, I couldn't stop being afraid. I couldn't even imagine defeating her, and I regretted ever making the first move.
Ye Qingxian's voice was dark, like a volcano on the verge of erupting.
"Junior Sister, you're very nervous, aren't you?"
"Or are you afraid I'll find out the truth?"
She really was too clever.
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