Chapter 122 120. How Much Should I Extort?
An Han lifted his head, his eyes full of expectation as he looked at Su Peng.
Hurry up and get angry and beat me up! Even if you send me to the hospital, it’s fine! As long as the favorability drops!
Su Peng stared straight at him. Those pearl-like big eyes brimming with anticipation, the peach-colored cheeks, the red lips that seemed to drip with sweetness—he took a deep breath.
This guy was probably courting death.
He shook his head and smiled indulgently. “Eat. You’ve already had lunch anyway, I didn’t order that much.”
Are you seriously completely incapable of getting angry?!
An Han glared at him resentfully, then vented all his frustration on the barbecue on the table.
Since they had both already eaten, they hadn’t ordered much, but once he took a bite, An Han’s appetite exploded. The smoky, charcoal-grilled beef brisket that practically melted in his mouth, the ribs completely falling off the bone—he couldn’t stop eating.
In order to make Su Peng angry, he finished both plates at top speed, then let out a long, satisfied burp, so full that he almost couldn’t get up from his seat.
“Delicious! Just a bit greasy.”
“I barely ate anything,” Su Peng looked at the mess on the table and sighed helplessly. “So you’re a foodie, huh?”
“Give me some napkins. If not, I’ll wipe my hands on you!”
Su Peng glanced at his light-colored shirt and felt that wiping on him wouldn’t really matter—after all, it was already covered in oil.
When they got back to the dorm, his roommates might even think he’d fallen into a kitchen waste bin.
He casually picked up a napkin from the table and handed it to An Han, adding, “There’s hand soap in the restroom. Just paper won’t get it clean.”
“Mm.” An Han slumped there, occasionally sticking out his tongue to lick the grease from his lips.
It made Su Peng’s eyes heat up, but he still restrained himself.
An Han propped himself up on the table and slowly walked toward the restroom.
He’d eaten too much—his lower belly was even a little swollen.
Standing in front of the mirror, he washed his hands clean, then couldn’t help rubbing his slightly bulging stomach and burped again.
He couldn’t eat another bite.
And these little pranks really wouldn’t make Su Peng angry.
That guy was even looking at him with indulgent eyes! It was just like when a house cat knocks something over and the owner doesn’t mind at all!
“If that’s the case, I’ll have to go even further!”
An Han looked up at the mirror, baring his teeth in what he thought was a fierce expression.
Damn it—he didn’t look fierce at all.
Looking at those watery big eyes, he instead felt like he looked more wronged than anything.
He pursed his lips, turned, and walked out of the restroom. “Pay up. Let’s go!”
Su Peng chuckled and nodded, following behind him.
Pedestrians on the road kept glancing at Su Peng. A perfectly handsome young man, yet the stains on his clothes made him look especially sloppy, drawing attention.
At first, Su Peng felt a bit embarrassed by the strange looks, but before long he adapted, which only made An Han even more disappointed.
This guy was probably a social monster.
Walking next to him, An Han felt embarrassed even just sharing a bit of that attention, while Su Peng looked completely unfazed.
“Oh right, we won’t be joining the competition this afternoon,” An Han suddenly remembered and reminded him again.
“You cared a lot about that competition before.”
“Doesn’t matter anymore.”
An Han sighed lifelessly.
He’d checked—the final deadline for the gender task was right when the three-legged race started. He was worried that even if he managed to drop Su Peng’s favorability to around eighty at noon, it might go back up during the competition.
But now it seemed… the favorability wouldn’t drop at all.
One last attempt at courting death!
If it doesn’t work, I’ll think of something else!
After some thought, An Han asked, “You… do you think bride price is important when it comes to marriage?”
Yes! Time to throw punches!
He tried to recall all the radical online arguments, waiting for Su Peng to fall into the trap.
He’ll definitely think it’s too expensive, right? Like Chen Junjie!
But Su Peng froze, then turned to look at him. “Isn’t it a bit early to talk about bride price now?”
An Han’s face flushed bright red in an instant. All the arguments he’d been brewing collapsed. He shook his head vigorously. “No, I’m just asking about your views!”
“My family has money. It doesn’t matter.”
“……”
He was so stifled he almost couldn’t catch his breath. After a moment, he asked again, “Then what if your future wife fights with your parents and they don’t get along?”
Mother-in-law relationships were also a core battlefield!
Su Peng suddenly became serious, feeling like An Han was giving him a final examination.
“It’s fine. My family has several houses. If they can’t get along, they don’t have to live together.”
“What if they fight really badly and insist you get a divorce?”
Su Peng paused. “My parents aren’t unreasonable people. You… my wife definitely wouldn’t be either, or else I wouldn’t like her.”
The only problem was that his parents probably couldn’t accept two men…
If they could, getting married abroad would be an option.
For others it would be difficult; for him, just a bit troublesome.
An Han realized he didn’t browse Weibo enough—his argument skills were weak, dismantled in just a few sentences.
More importantly, Su Peng’s opening line had completely thrown him off.
“About time to head back,” An Han sighed.
“Let’s go this way, it’s a shortcut.” Su Peng pointed to a small alley nearby.
An Han followed him into the alley.
There were barely any pedestrians. Old stone bricks on the ground sprouted patches of moss and weeds. An Han didn’t care about the surroundings—his gaze was fixed on Su Peng’s feet.
Earlier, he’d failed to trip him. This time, from behind, he stretched out his foot and secretly hooked Su Peng’s ankle…
A direct physical prank—no matter what, Su Peng would get angry!
Without hesitation, he tiptoed forward, eyes locked on Su Peng’s ankle, gently lifting his left leg and reaching out.
The top of his foot hooked Su Peng’s ankle perfectly!
He pulled back hard, already picturing Su Peng falling in a mess!
But no matter how hard he pulled, that foot didn’t budge at all…
An Han awkwardly tried twice more, then seemed to realize something. He slowly lifted his head and found Su Peng tilting his head, looking at him.
“J-just kidding…” He immediately straightened up, hid his hands behind his back, glanced guiltily to the upper right, and shuffled backward bit by bit.
He felt like Su Peng was brewing something.
He’s definitely angry! After provoking him over and over, no one could take this!
“This afternoon, you’ve been provoking me the whole time.”
Yes, yes, that’s it!
Su Peng darkened his face and walked toward An Han. “Once, twice, three times—do you really think my temper is so good you can mess with me however you want?”
An Han panicked, not knowing what kind of beating awaited him.
But why hadn’t the system notified him of a favorability drop yet?
As he was puzzled, he suddenly felt pain in his shoulder. His body was forced backward, his shoulder and back slamming into the wall, making him let out a faint cry of pain.
It’s really happening—I’m about to get beaten!
He reflexively prepared to curl up and protect his head.
How much should I extort afterward?
But before he could move, he felt a shadow press in close. His lowered head was firmly held in place by fingers, and then a hot breath brushed against his cheek.
He instinctively closed his eyes, trembling.
The next second, his lips felt a soft touch.
“Huh?”
As he opened his mouth, a strong masculine presence surged into his mouth.
“!!!”
Extort… for a lifetime?
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