Chapter 352 What I Want Is Jiang Boyuan's Woman

"Speak, what are your conditions?" Mira asked again.

Chen Yu slowly stood up from the bedside, looking down at her from above.

Mira was still sitting on the edge of the bed, the tips of her thin-strapped high heels tapping the floor, her water-red skirt hem slightly hiked up, revealing the tops of her thighs.

"My conditions are very simple."

Chen Yu loosened his belt and then took a step toward her.

Mira looked up at him, instinctively wanting to shrink back.

But Chen Yu's fingers had already gripped her chin, forcing her to keep looking up at him.

"I want you to, from now on, go east when I say east, go west when I say west, and take every word I say to heart."

"Can you do that, Mira?"

"...What?"

Mira's pupils constricted slightly: "What is wrong with you? How could you..."

Impossible!

Impossible!

Someone bewitched by me could not possibly say such things!

This guy just threw my own words back at me word for word?!

Chen Yu reached out and gently patted her face: "If I'm not mistaken, the red string on your ankle is your Talent medium, right? Can it control others' actions? Or bewitch their thoughts? Or perhaps... both?"

Mira's jaw was clenched tight, her fingers gripping the bedsheet, her mind racing frantically.

The situation in front of her was completely out of control.

This man hadn't fallen for it; instead, he had deduced her Talent based on the information just now.

She gritted her teeth, looked toward the door, and opened her mouth, about to scream.

Before the sound could escape, a cold light suddenly stopped in front of her eyes.

A ghost head blade in Chen Yu's hand, glowing with purple light, hovered steadily with its tip less than an inch from the tip of her nose.

"Go ahead and scream."

"Let's see if your voice is faster, or if my blade is faster."

Mira's pupils trembled, but she forced her mouth shut.

Chen Yu tilted his wrist slightly, the blade tip sliding away from her nose and down, tracing her skin.

"You are quite pretty,"

"If you were disfigured, it might be quite interesting. I was just wondering, what could I draw on your face? Any recommendations?"

Chen Yu smiled slightly; the originally sunny smile was, in Mira's eyes, nothing but terror.

She wasn't afraid of death.

Since the apocalypse began, she had seen too many dead people; she knew she would die on a mission sooner or later.

But she was afraid of Jiang Boyuan seeing her disfigured face.

Jiang Boyuan was never short of women around him; there were always those sluts in the Gold-Swallowing Hall and the Living Area trying to get close, and then there was Shen Qingci downstairs...

Although Jiang Boyuan said he loved her, a man's love had an expiration date, especially when a beautiful woman's face was no longer beautiful.

Chen Yu was basically certain by this point that disfiguring her would cause her more pain than killing her...

This kind of person is truly rare.

Chen Yu spoke calmly: "Let's talk about your Talent first. How is it activated, and what are its effects?"

Mira hesitated for a second.

Chen Yu gripped her chin with one hand, while the ghost head blade in his other hand continued downward...

"My... my Talent... the red string is the medium, and the 'Affection Connection' is the activation method. Once the target of the Affection Connection exceeds three minutes, it can weave the first layer of silk threads, making him start to trust me. After exceeding ten minutes, the threads begin to replace his original will, making him take my thoughts as his own."

"Affection Connection?"

Chen Yu's mouth twitched. Another connection? A peer?

Her Talent, looking at the effects, was extremely heaven-defying.

"Yes..."

Mira swallowed hard: "The simplest Affection Connection is... is the kind just now, lust at first sight... I originally thought you would like me, but I didn't expect that you are actually impot..."

"?"

"What the f*** are you saying?"

Chen Yu's mouth twitched. This was the first time someone had questioned his virility.

Mira pursed her lips, looking firmly convinced of what she was thinking.

As far as she was concerned, she really didn't believe anyone could suppress their desires so much; after she had flirted like that, an ordinary man would have already formed an Affection Connection.

Chen Yu shook his head: "Since that's the case, then just go ahead and continue activating your Talent."

"Huh?"

Mira was stunned: "What did you say?"

Chen Yu released her chin and put away the blade: "I said, keep using your Talent, don't stop. Don't you understand?"

Mira found it unbelievable.

She had just told him about her Talent, and he still dared to let her activate it?

Could it be that this guy is suffering from impotence and, in his desperation, wants to use her Talent to stimulate himself?

Mira really couldn't think of any other possibility...

Chen Yu urged her again: "Hurry up. I recommend you change into something sexier; otherwise, I'm afraid the Talent intensity won't be enough. Give me more."

"..." Mira was completely silent.

She sat on the edge of the bed and bit her lip: "I... I won't do that kind of thing..."

"Sigh." Chen Yu sighed softly: "You still don't understand your situation clearly enough; the roles have long since reversed..."

As he spoke, Chen Yu gripped her chin again, his right hand moving down along her collarbone.

Mira's eyes widened, and she hurriedly tried to resist, but with Chen Yu's strength, she couldn't even push him away.

"You... stop..." "Chen... Chen Yu!"

"I am Jiang Boyuan's woman. We are getting married soon. If you do this, aren't you afraid..."

"Shh." Chen Yu smiled calmly: "Jiang Boyuan's woman is exactly what I want."

Chen Yu's hands were not idle: "I'll ask one last time: are you going to activate your Talent or not? Activate it to the maximum extent."

"...Ah... stop first..."

Mira gritted her teeth, using all her strength to try and push him away, but it was meaningless.

Chen Yu was like a wall, not moving an inch.

Mira's fingers scratched at Chen Yu's clothes a few times, only managing to bunch up some wrinkles.

Chen Yu sighed softly: "It seems you are still unwilling. Why don't we use what's available on the spot?"

As he spoke, he used the chat box's photo function, took a picture, and sent it to Mira first.

She was sitting face up on the messy bedsheets, the shoulder straps of her water-red slip dress had slid down to her elbows, the skirt hem was rolled up to the tops of her thighs, and her cheeks still carried a flush from her struggle just now.

"Shall I send how you look right now privately to my old classmate? Let him see how devoted his fiancée is in my room?"

Mira's pupils shrank violently: "...You wouldn't dare!"

Her voice suddenly rose, very flustered.

Because Mira also saw the disheveled picture in the chat history—the messy skirt, the slipped shoulder straps, the scattered hair, and the composition of Chen Yu leaning over her—every pixel was screaming with shame.

She looked toward the door again, hesitating whether to call for help or send a private message to Jiang Boyuan.

But Chen Yu immediately added: "It seems you've made your choice. Then I'll send it to..."

"Wait!!!"

Mira took a deep breath: "My... my Talent was just overdrawn, there's a high probability that..."

"I don't want to hear excuses." Chen Yu shook his head; this kind of excuse was too low-level, and he didn't believe it at all.

"It's true!" Mira couldn't explain herself; the scumbag in front of her had completely pinned her down.