The air was thick with a heavy silence.

A boy, glowing with an ethereal light, tilted his head, remaining unresponsive for a long time. His aura, once vague and oppressive, now surged like tumultuous waves—rising and falling, escalating into a terrifying atmosphere that felt suffocating.

Finally, he moved, slowly turning his head and speaking each word with deliberate force: “Is there a mosquito on my face?”

Each word was bitten off sharply, emerging from deep within his throat, as if each syllable was drenched in blood.

“Lazy enough to not even find an excuse, just brushing it off.”

The ethereal light no longer dissipated, and attention was successfully diverted. However, the downside was clear; the other party’s negative emotions transformed into a palpable hatred directed straight at Jiang Baiyu.

It was obvious he had walked right into the line of fire.

Jiang Baiyu didn’t want to be anyone’s punching bag, so he decisively summoned a ring made of roasted chicken wings. The ring, composed of twenty-four wings, disassembled and surged forward to encircle the boy, forming a tight circle that trapped him in the center.

The boy didn’t struggle. His cold voice could freeze anyone, “What do you want to do next? No need to hide it, just go ahead.”

Jiang Baiyu was taken aback and quickly replied, “You said that yourself!”

The boy’s indifferent voice was suppressed to the extreme, teetering on the edge of explosion, “Bring it on.”

Jiang Baiyu didn’t rush forward. He cautiously looked around and noticed that the boy really didn’t seem to have any intention of attacking, allowing himself to be trapped by the roasted chicken wing ring. Excitement bubbled up inside him, and his eyes sparkled. He took out a brush used for copying books and began to create on the boy’s blank, glowing face.

One minute later, he completed his masterpiece.

The boy: “………………………………”

The boy: “What are you doing?”

Jiang Baiyu placed his hands on his hips and laughed triumphantly, “Hahaha! I’ve wanted to do this for a long time! Talking to someone with no face is just too weird!”

He admired his work with satisfaction, “Looks pretty good, doesn’t it? Just as I expected!”

The boy, covered in ethereal light, had become a simple drawing. His features were sketched out: big, watery eyes, delicate eyebrows, a small cherry-like mouth, and a circle drawn around his nose, with three whiskers on each cheek.

Since the nose was quite three-dimensional and hard to draw, he opted for a flat representation.

Not turning it into a pig’s nose was already a sign of good conscience.

Jiang Baiyu even took out a mirror to show the boy his masterpiece, beaming with pride, “So, what do you think? Isn’t it just perfect?”

The boy squeezed out two words through gritted teeth: “Wipe it off.”

Jiang Baiyu: “No way.”

The boy gritted his teeth, “Is this what you wanted to do the most?”

Jiang Baiyu replied with righteous indignation, “What else would it be?”

His tone was filled with disdain, “Hiding your true self, not showing your face, not saying your name, being all mysterious, having a bad temper that’s hard to deal with, and now you’re inexplicably angry, looking like you’re about to explode. What are you expecting? That I’ll hurt you, humiliate you, slander you?”

“Don’t even think about it!”

“Why should I follow your script? Proving that all crows are black, haha.”

“I, the disaster star, need money, got it?”

The boy’s body trembled slightly, his terrifying aura resembling a storm—one moment furious, the next in pain, a mix of wind and rain, tears falling again, hitting the snow and disappearing like stars.

“Shut up.” He trembled, forcing out two words, suppressing endless pain.

Jiang Baiyu raised an eyebrow, deliberately tilting his ear, his hand resting on the outline, “What did you say? Your voice is too soft; I can’t hear you.”

“Shut up!”

Jiang Baiyu dug at his ears, “Too vague, can you be clearer?”

“Shut up!!!” The boy screamed hysterically, tears falling even harder. Each drop froze into ice beads in the cold, then shattered into tiny stars upon hitting the snow. The tears, like a broken string, created a beautiful scene, reminiscent of a fairy tale princess.

Jiang Baiyu unconsciously squatted down to watch, internally marveling at how this strange attribute had increased.

Soon, the tears became intermittent, and the boy’s choked voice rang out, “What are you doing?”

Jiang Baiyu looked up at him, sincerely saying, “You cry so beautifully; cry a little more, I love watching.”

The boy was furious and kicked out, “Get lost!”

Jiang Baiyu felt the need to explain, “Don’t get me wrong; I’m not a pervert with strange hobbies. It’s just that you look so good when you cry; I can’t help it.”

The boy kicked again, cursing, “Pervert, get lost!”

“I told you I’m not a pervert!”

“Die, pervert!”

“If you call me a pervert again, I’m going to get angry!”

“Pervert, pervert, pervert!”

“You masochist! What right do you have to call me a pervert? You’re the real pervert!”

“You’re a pervert!”

“You’re the pervert!”

“Die, pervert, get far away!”

Jiang Baiyu stood up in anger, fuming, “You’re done for! I’m going to show you the wickedness of human hearts!”

He coughed forcefully, then shouted, “Roar—”

He forcefully “kicked” the boy’s instep.

The air suddenly fell silent.

Although nothing actually came out, the meaning was clear, successfully grossing the boy out.

The roasted chicken wing ring trapping the boy trembled violently, the pressure around them increasing, the air vibrating.

He spoke each word with menace: “You’re looking for death!”

In the position trapped by the roasted chicken wing ring, he suddenly headbutted Jiang Baiyu, causing a physical daze.

Before Jiang Baiyu could react, another headbutt followed.

The thudding sounds were like a woodpecker drilling into his head.

The impact made Jiang Baiyu’s head buzz, stars dancing in his vision as he squatted down, holding his head. The next moment, the boy’s legs wrapped around his neck, resembling a deadly scissor hold.

“Let… go!”

“Ha!” The boy sneered.

Jiang Baiyu pounded on the boy’s legs, threatening fiercely, “If you don’t let go, you’ll regret it!”

“What can you do to me?” The boy scoffed dismissively.

The slap in the face came unexpectedly; as soon as he finished speaking, the boy froze, disbelief washing over him, his voice twisted with pain: “You! Shameless!”

Jiang Baiyu stared blankly, “When it comes to morals versus life, of course, life is more important. Besides, I only lost a bit of my morals; you’re the one about to lose your eggs!”

His words were deafening, causing the boy to shudder.

He tightened his grip on Jiang Baiyu, trying to force him to let go.

Jiang Baiyu squeezed the boy’s eggs, attempting to force him to release his legs.

Neither was willing to back down, creating a vicious cycle.

In the end, it was hard to tell who was suffering more.

Jiang Baiyu gasped for breath, struggling to say, “I’ll count to three, and we both stop.”

The boy’s voice was equally strained; facing unbearable pain, he could only temporarily concede: “Fine.”

Jiang Baiyu counted, “One, two, three!”

At the moment they released each other, he stood up, trying to throw the boy over his shoulder.

The boy anticipated his move and decisively headbutted him.

Jiang Baiyu anticipated the boy’s anticipation.

The boy anticipated Jiang Baiyu’s anticipation of his anticipation.

…

Mutual harm.

Taking advantage of Jiang Baiyu being hit hard and collapsing to the ground, the boy forcibly broke free from the roasted chicken wing ring’s restraints. However, he wasn’t feeling great either. Once morals start to shatter, they can never return to how they were.

Having used every trick in the book, he felt the pain in his chest, the lingering sensation of being forcefully squeezed in a sensitive area.

Jiang Baiyu heard a voice from behind him.

“Squeeze.”

“What?” Jiang Baiyu was confused.

“Do to yourself what you just did to me.” The boy said bitterly.

“…”

“Why aren’t you moving? Squeeze me, and I’ll let you go.”

Jiang Baiyu found it hard to speak, “Why should I squeeze myself?”

The boy’s expression darkened, “Are you looking forward to me squeezing you?”

“… Not really, it’s just… don’t you think it’s a bit inappropriate to watch someone squeeze their own eggs and… you know?”

“……………………………………”