After provoking all the males, I became a female

Si Huaijing's breathing was disordered, his fingers trembling as he hugged Shen Yueyu tightly, and a rare moment of obsession appeared in his eyes.

Soon, the system's announcement came into Shen Yueyu's mind:

[Ding—The system detects that the target Si Huaijing's favorability towards you has increased by 10, and the current total favorability is 90.]

After hearing this voice, Shen Yueyu became more conscious.

She reached out and used some strength to push away Si Huaijing who was frantically demanding, and looked up at him.

The man who used to be noble and meticulous, although he was still wearing the solemn church uniform, his white hair was a little messy, and a few strands of hair slid across his perfect features, his misty tea-green eyes, and even his moist and slightly red thin lips.

Si Huaijing was breathing lightly, and a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes.

"Aren't you going to explain what happened before?"

Shen Yueyu reached out, touched his soft lips, and gently stroked them: "You have to give me an explanation, right?"

Si Huaijing smiled bitterly, his eyelashes lowered as he looked at Shen Yueyu seriously:

"I'm sorry, Ayu."

"Are those people who are chasing us really ordered by the Queen?" Shen Yueyu asked him.

"Not entirely." Si Huaijing pursed his lips slightly: "Some of them are my people."

"So, you're not dead at all, and the corpse of that little fox was also a replica made by you, the Pope, right?"

A trace of pain flashed in Si Huaijing's eyes. The next second, Shen Yueyu withdrew her hand from his lips, raised it fiercely, and slapped him in the side of the face.

"Snapped……!"

A clear slapping sound was heard in the hall, and a tall man in gorgeous religious uniform was slapped on the head by Shen Yueyu.

His white hair became even more messy, and Si Huaijing looked helpless. He turned to look at Shen Yueyu.

His cheek, which was slapped by Shen Yueyu, turned slightly red, but this did not make him look more embarrassed. Instead, it made him look more broken.

"You're really good at scheming, aren't you? You tricked me so badly in the police station!"

Shen Yueyu looked at him with gritted teeth, wishing she could chew those words into pieces.

Si Huaijing lowered his eyes, then looked at Shen Yueyu: "Then, will you feel sad for me?"

"Don't change the subject!" Shen Yueyu said viciously.

She remembered that when Si Huaijing died, she was sad for a long time and even planned to avenge him. Now it seemed ridiculous.

"Why do you do this? Is it just for revenge?" Shen Yueyu stared at him.

"Not entirely." Si Huaijing took a step closer, his tall figure lowered his head and looked directly into Shen Yueyu's eyes:

"I want you to remember me."

When Lu Kewu died, Shen Yueyu was upset for a long time, and he saw it all.

He wondered if he was the one who died, would Shen Yueyu also be moved by him?

"Snapped……!"

After he finished speaking, Shen Yueyu slapped him on the other side of the face again.

This slap was even harder than the previous one, and it made Si Huaijing's white hair messy. He turned his body slightly, and when he looked at Shen Yueyu again, he opened his lips slightly, with some grievance in his eyes.

There was a clear palm print on his right cheek.

"You want me to remember you? How can you be remembered like that?!"

Si Huaijing pursed his lips: "I was wrong, please punish me."

In this plan, he didn't have the heart to hurt Shen Yueyu at all, and he also planned it to the greatest extent possible to help her escape safely.

Of course, he also had his own selfish motives. He wanted to see if the person he was obsessed with also had a place for him in his heart.

It turned out that he was right.

"Punish you?" Shen Yueyu looked at the tall and elegant man in front of him with a complicated expression, his face a little ugly.

Si Huaijing took Shen Yueyu's hand again, placed it on his lips and kissed it lightly.

His lips were soft and beautiful. Si Huaijing raised his eyes, his tea-green eyes filled with sincerity:

"Well, any punishment is fine."

Si Huaijing said this with a hint of trepidation in his heart, but more of excitement.

The mask he had been pretending for so long was removed, revealing his selfish and calculating side. He had never been the pure Pope he appeared to be, and his selfishness had always been terrifying.

Shen Yueyu touched his jade-white cheek, and slid her fingers to pinch his chin.

"Hmm...let me think about it..."

Shen Yueyu's fingers exerted some force. "How about you go and tell the entire Xinglan Nation that you are the deceased Fifth Prince Si Huaijing, and that you have fooled everyone, including the Emperor, into submission?"

Si Huaijing's pupils trembled slightly.

Shen Yueyu looked at him and curled her lips: "You really can't take a joke, Your Highness the Fifth Prince."

"What exactly is your purpose?" Shen Yueyu stepped forward:

"You want the throne?"

"Of course I do." Si Huaijing curled his lips, a hint of ambition in his eyes:

"That woman told me that position would never belong to me in my lifetime."

"But I want to play with it."

"You don't really want that position." Shen Yueyu looked at him and withdrew his hand in a cold voice.

"Si Huaijing, your thoughts are so deep that they make me sick."

Having said that, Shen Yueyu withdrew his fingers, turned around and was about to leave.

When Si Huaijing saw that she was about to leave, the smile he always pretended to have disappeared immediately. He no longer cared about his image and reached out to hug Shen Yueyu tightly.

The faint aroma of tea swirled in the air. Si Huaijing lowered his head, his voice almost pleading:

"Don't go, Ayu, don't go."

"I was wrong. I won't plot against you again... Don't leave me like this, okay?"

Shen Yueyu looked down at his hands that were tightly holding her, and she could feel Si Huaijing trembling slightly.

But she couldn't even tell whether Si Huaijing was pretending or not.

Shen Yueyu reached out and ruthlessly pried open his hands that were holding her, then pushed open the door and walked out.

Si Huaijing looked at Shen Yueyu's leaving back, and a look of loss flashed in his eyes.

"Ayu!" Jiang Zeye and others had been waiting outside the door. When they saw Shen Yueyu coming out, they immediately stepped forward excitedly.

"How was your talk?"

"Not bad." Shen Yueyu's face was very calm.

"We've almost finished today's work. Let's go back."

"Okay!" Xu Yanzhuo stepped forward and immediately took Shen Yueyu's hand: "Sister, let's go back."

Jiang Zeye glared at Xu Yanzhuo, but Xu Yanzhuo pretended not to see.

Lu Kewu, with his arms folded, walked silently behind Shen Yueyu with his tall and straight figure.

There were quite a few male orcs surrounding her.

Si Huaijing looked at Shen Yueyu's leaving figure, and then slowly withdrew his gaze.

"But Ayu, I really care about you, why don't you believe this?"