He was not even a proper opponent; from start to finish, he was merely a pitiful, duped joke.
"Realized your failure yet?" Bai Qinchen held Tang Wutong's soft body, cast a glance at the distraught Bei Bei, and smiled. "Since you know you've lost, hurry up and scram. Don't disturb Ya Ya's and my happiness."
"Don't you agree, Ya Ya?" Bai Qinchen hooked Tang Wutong's chin, pecked her little mouth lightly, and asked.
"Mn." Tang Wutong responded softly, her lovely eyes looking toward Bei Bei as she bit her red lip and said, "Bei Bei, hurry and leave. I-I want to play with Qinchen."
Having just snacked on a baguette for a while, Tang Wutong's fire had long since been ignited, and now that her relationship with Bai Qinchen was exposed, she had no wish to cover it up any longer.
Bai Qinchen watched his distraught appearance, emitting a pleasurable and low chuckle.
He held Tang Wutong as though showing off a precious trophy, his arm slowly tightening around her soft waist.
"Since my Ya Ya has said so," Bai Qinchen's voice was not loud, yet it clearly entered Bei Bei's ears, every single word striking like a heavy hammer as he said, "how can I not satisfy her?"
Before his voice finished, Bai Qinchen's hand had already unceremoniously explored her already disheveled lapels, roaming wantonly over that warm body.
"Mn." Two flushes of morbid redness instantly flew onto Tang Wutong's pretty face, and she subconsciously wriggled her body, far from resisting, instead seemingly cooperating with that mischievous large hand.
To Bei Bei, who was still slumped at the threshold, this scene was no different from the most cruel lingering death in this world.
He watched with his own eyes as the treasure he had once guarded with his life