The Number-One Male Lead Who Doesn’t Like to Eat (64)

The cellar master could tell from his expression just how "willing he was to admit his mistakes but stubbornly refuse to change."

Truly, mind-reading is the most detestable special ability—bar none.

In his presence, there was not an ounce of privacy left to speak of.

“Get off Ayu.”

Qi Yan’s carefully maintained innocent expression faltered, and a flicker of agitation surfaced. “Why should I?”

“Do you like him that much?”

“Yes.” The cellar master replied coldly and mercilessly, “You know full well that he’s my target now. Until I achieve my goal and discard him like trash, no one is allowed to touch him.”

A deep jealousy clouded Qi Yan’s face. He was about to say something when suddenly his expression shifted. Without warning, he clutched his head and collapsed onto the cellar master.

The cellar master was speechless.

It was as if she had just been stunned.

“Don’t pretend with me. Get off.”

She pushed and kicked, but a firm grip seized her wrist and pinned it above her head.

“Discard him like trash?” He half-supported himself, looking at her with eyes that shifted between black and a double iris, alternating wildly as if two personalities were fiercely battling inside him.

His expression was one of torment. One hand held down the cellar master’s wrist while the other pressed hard against his temple, as if his head was about to split open from the pain.

The cellar master thought: Qi Yan, you’re truly devious. You deliberately switched back just as I said that line.

A chilling “wind” gently brushed past her ankle, as if saying: I’m not involved.

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“Wanwan, listen.”

“What?”

Xie Yu looked at her calm face and gradually revealed a bitter smile.

“I’ve always known…” His temples throbbed with veins bulging, yet his voice remained gentle, “you don’t love me.”

“But I’m still glad. Because at least you’re still by my side.”

“We met too late, didn’t we?”

His eyeballs twitched violently, and in the next moment, golden threads appeared in the center of his irises.

The pained expression was replaced by a sinister smile. “You are mine.”

He reached out and grabbed the cellar master’s neck, applying slight pressure. “He can’t kill me, yet I can’t suppress him either. Since that’s the case… you’ll come with me.”

His fingers tightened, and the cellar master began to feel suffocated.

Suddenly, a fierce gust of wind slammed the bedroom door with a bang. Mantou burst in barking furiously and lunged at Xie Yu’s chest.

The hand choking the cellar master released, but then immediately grabbed Mantou’s head and slammed it against the wall. “Move. You’re in the way.”

Mantou collapsed limply onto the floor, whimpering.

The cellar master rolled off the bed and sprinted to the door as soon as Xie Yu’s grip loosened. She glanced at Mantou, blood clots spilling from its mouth, and her eyes flashed with fury.

Xie Yu stood up and took slow steps toward the cellar master, his gaze wild and unhinged. “Don’t be afraid. I’ll be quick. It won’t hurt.”

“Come with me…”

But after two steps, he could go no further.

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His face twisted in struggle once more.

“Wan… Wan, run…”

Before he could finish, his expression contorted again as he took another step toward the cellar master.

Mantou whimpered and struggled, unable to stand, crawling forward to bite Xie Yu’s pant leg.

“Get off… go away…”

Xie Yu kicked hard. Mantou’s whimper grew faint, but it refused to let go.

The cellar master suddenly took two steps toward Mantou, but a cold wind blocked her path, as if trying to push her back.

The howling wind roared in her ears, urging her to run.

She seemed to sense Qi Yan’s restless anger and immense sorrow.

Unable to bear it, the cellar master yielded to the wind’s force and backed out of the bedroom.

Immediately, a pitiful scream from Mantou echoed inside, then abruptly ceased.

From then until now, the cellar master noticed that the system hadn’t made a single sound.

She called out: “System.”

A faint, pained voice replied, “Ouch~ that hurts.”