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Nie Xi expressed her disappointment, "I thought it was my sister who made this. There's no sincerity at all. You've made me so angry that I feel like I'm dying from leukemia. Don't you feel guilty at all?"
Yun Zhi Yue sat quietly by the bedside, not saying a word, simply watching Nie Xi. Her gaze held neither pity nor disgust, as if she were looking at a mischievous child, capable of tolerating everything.
Under that gaze, Nie Xi's eyes surged with thick malice. The facade she had maintained began to crack, and she overturned the bowl of soup in her hands onto the floor. Grabbing Yun Zhi Yue by the neck with one hand, she pressed her down onto the hospital bed and reached out to grasp her softness. "What kind of look is that? Are you saying you won’t get angry no matter what I do?"
"I won’t get angry with someone who’s already dead. You’re not human, so I don’t need to care," Nie Xi replied darkly, tightening her grip.
"Who are you calling dead?" Yun Zhi Yue gasped in pain. Was this little brat trying to crush her? She felt an urge to slap her across the face, and before she knew it, she had acted on that impulse.
With a loud smack, the world returned to normal. The handsome face marked with a red handprint regained its youthful vitality as he rubbed his chest and said, "Now that’s more like it! My sister should be angry and hit me hard."
[The strategy value has gained insight; this target in this dimension is a bit abnormal.]
[Hmph, when has he ever been normal?] Yun Zhi Yue retorted coldly.
She pushed away the hand that was still kneading her chest and stood up to clean up the spilled soup from the floor. Then she filled another bowl and handed it over. "Don’t throw this one away. My salary is only a little over two thousand a month; this soup is expensive."
Nie Xi happily sipped the soup but spoke words that were quite irritating. "Only a little over two thousand? I’ll give you twenty thousand a month; then my sister can let me touch whenever I want."
Yun Zhi Yue answered without addressing the point, "Though we three siblings were abandoned in an orphanage, we all started from scratch and climbed to the peak of our lives. My brother is a top botanist under national protection, and another is the president of a listed company. Most of our family’s money doesn’t come from here; even if you give me a hundred thousand, I wouldn’t care."
Nie Xi continued drinking her soup and remarked, "Your peak in life is being a sanitation worker with a monthly salary of two thousand? How impressive!"
[Pfft! Hahaha! This dimension's Shi Ye is going to die laughing.]
Yun Zhi Yue’s face darkened. "My pursuit is for a pure world; such a noble aspiration you wouldn’t understand."
"Well, I really don’t understand it, but I’ll begrudgingly respect it. Sister, are you really not considering letting me touch? Twenty thousand is ten months' salary; that feeling just now was so nice."
Another slap echoed through the room, perfectly symmetrical on both sides.
Yun Zhi Yue felt a sense of satisfaction, and Nie Xi was equally pleased, grinning as she finished all the soup.
As Yun Zhi Yue cleaned up the dishes, Nie Xi lay on the bed and asked, "Sister, will you come to see me again tomorrow? What do you want to eat?"
Upon hearing this, a flicker of desire ignited in Nie Xi's eyes as she fixed her gaze on Yun Zhi Yue's chest and said, "Stir-Fried Chicken Breast."
Yun Zhi Yue's face turned pale; the intensity of that gaze was utterly unmasked. Struggling to suppress the urge to flip the lunchbox over, she simply replied with an "Okay" and left the hospital room.
The Reincarnation Stone offered some consolation: "Just bear with it; don’t hold it against your target. He’s a patient and won’t live much longer in this life."
"This is the first time I've encountered such a fragile target. Don't worry, I won't crush him; dying early would be better for completing the mission quickly."
However, it seemed that this time, some extreme measures might be necessary.
Nie Xi clearly showed no will to survive; she was merely a shell of her former self. If she didn’t care for herself, how could she love anyone else?
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