"Chen Xiaobei, you bastard!"
Murong Xiaoyi's face turned purple. She had always loathed men; it wasn't just a matter of giving a blowjob—the mere sight of that thing disgusted her.
"I'm warning you, don't push me," she said, "or don't blame me for telling my cousin what's happening right now."
"She'll hate you for life!"
But Chen Xiaobei just laughed. "I don't care. Your cousin already knows I'm scum. And to be honest, if she found out I even managed to conquer you, a lesbian, she wouldn't hate me. She'd admire me even more. Don't you believe it?"
Murong Xiaoyi was stunned. "On what grounds?"
"It's simple," Chen Xiaobei said shamelessly. "It's because I'm so charismatic. Even a lesbian like you got screwed by me. Doesn't that mean I've indirectly liberated your cousin? When that time comes, Qingcheng will be madly in love with me."
