Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

Chapter 1092 The Reborn Young Master’s Pampered Cousin (90)

Chapter 1092 The Reborn Young Master’s Pampered Cousin (90)

The system was speechless for a moment before saying, “If he really was, you might have been too scared to capture him.”

Bai Weiwei had a straight face. “You’re wrong. If he really was the author, I would have no way to capture. I could immediately pay a loss and go up to hug his thigh.”

If the author lived well, he could produce more food.

That way, readers wouldn’t starve to death.

So the author was spiritually her parent who clothed and fed her ah.

The system suddenly didn’t want to acknowledge its host. Why was it that other hosts read world-famous works and texts on profound mathematics while its host read little yellow books and gave off a sense of superiority.

Qi Chimu finally turned his head. He looked at her indifferently, his voice without the slightest trace of agitation.

“Weiwei, you didn’t tell me you were going out. I was so worried when I came home and didn’t see you.”

Bai Weiwei gave an awkward smile. She said to the system, “Has my imperial examination blocking task been completed or not.”

The system said placidly, “Hasn’t. Qi Chimu’s completion of the imperial examination wasn’t influenced at all, so the main system wasn’t satisfied and wants you to play out the elopement scene. At the least, you have to personally tell the male lead that you want to elope, not that you wanted to see a yellow novel author.”

Bai Weiwei: “The main system wants me to die ah.”

System: “Yeah ah.”

What a shameless admission.

Bai Weiwei took a deep breath. This capture strategy reached this point, yet Qi Chimu’s favorability hadn’t dropped at all.

Although the pervert’s favorability rose strangely, it didn’t drop when dealt a blow.

It could be considered one of the good points.

Her imperial examination obstruction task hadn’t been completed yet, so she could only bite the bullet and step forward. “Qi Chimu, my letter to you, have you not read it.”

Qi Chimu chuckled in a low voice. His expression was clearly gentle, but there were several hints of ghastly gloominess.

He murmured in a low voice, “I read it. But I never thought that, although my Weiwei’s writing is so mediocre and inarticulate, the emotions would be so sincere and touching. It makes the person who reads feel as though their five viscera are burning, a life worse than death.”

Bai Weiwei: Was this scolding her writing for being so bad it could poison him to death?

She felt the atmosphere was a bit off.

Her instincts honed by the pervert all year round made Bai Weiwei take a few steps back, her body primed to flee.

But Qi Chimu didn’t seem to have seen her movements. His eyes were cold, his smile unchanged.

“So are you here to give me a letter of divorce?” Bai Weiwei braced herself.

System: “It feels like he’s here to give you a death notice.”

Bai Weiwei: “…”

Qi Chimu took two steps forward, but he saw Bai Weiwei take several steps back.

She straightened her thin back, lifting her fair and slender neck high. Her snowy, satiny skin was faintly flushed from excitement.

This attitude was one of defensiveness and unease, yet it portrayed weakness and vulnerability.

Qi Chimu slowly shook his head, his voice sedate and calm. “I’m here to give you something else.”

Then she watched with wide eyes as Qi Chimu took out a knife.

The knife was sharp and shone with a chilling light.

Bai Weiwei took a look. Fuck, only 92 favorability.

This was supposed to be a ‘love and cannot kill’ drama?

She stumbled back several steps. Just as she was about to run, the door shut abruptly.

Bai Weiwei anxiously pounded the door. “Let me leave! Open the door ah!”

But Qi Chimu had already glued himself to her from behind. His tall and thin figure enveloped her, forcing her to curl up by the door, with no place to escape.

His expression was tranquil and gentle, but the knife in his hands didn’t have the slightest tremble.

Qi Chimu’s gaze showed some pity. “What’s wrong? Why are you so afraid of me?”

Bai Weiwei went pale. “Qi Chimu, what do you want to do? Don’t mess around, killing people is against the law. Your future is very good. If you kill me, you’ll have nothing.”

But Qi Chimu gave a faint smile.

The knife in his hand was already held to her pitifully fragile neck.

Then Bai Weiwei heard him say, “Be good, Weiwei, say you love me.”

Bai Weiwei, held at knifepoint: “…”

Oho, this deranged development.

Qi Chimu pressed a bit harder, and a line of blood spilled from her skin.

His eyes were slightly squinted, the light in his eyes feverish to the point of madness.

“Say it ba, say that you’ll only have me in your heart from now on. Say that I’ve made you infatuated, that you’ve tossed and turned in restlessness.”

Bai Weiwei breathed in and out with great effort. “Qi Chimu, there’s no meaning in forcing it.”

But Qi Chimu shook his head lightly, then said with a smile, “I’m forcing you. If you don’t say it, I’ll kill you.”

Bai Weiwei: “…”

He was forcefully picking melons.

Melon is so scared ah.