This is the entertainment industry! No tantrums or shouting allowed!

"It doesn't hurt! It doesn't hurt at all!" Wen Yao stubbornly insisted.

Joshua couldn't bear it: "Are you sure you want to continue? Your hands are all red..."

"This means I have plenty of Qi and blood! My blood circulation is fast!"

Yunxing whispered, "Yao-mei, your eyes are red too..."

"I've been infected with the zombie virus and have conjunctivitis!"

Guest: "..."

audience:"……"

This straight-talking woman is terrifying!

Wen Yao reflected on herself, wondering if she hadn't used enough effort in the last round.

She clenched her fist, released it, and then clenched it again, repeating this several times.

He even used bottled water as dumbbells to exercise his arms.

"Are you two ready? The ultimate showdown for hitmen—begins now!"

Fu Wanzhou struck Wen Yao first, just like always.

Wen Yao: "Don't hold back! Anyone who does is a dog!"

Fu Wanzhou: "..." Could he say that he was willing to be a dog?

But seeing how serious Wen Yao was, he knew that playing the game well was the greatest respect he could show her.

Snapped--

This time, Fu Wanzhou hit Wen Yao.

Wen Yao held back!

"Now it's my turn." The girl stared directly into Fu Wanzhou's eyes. "Prepare to die!"

This time, she skipped all the fancy stuff and struck quickly and powerfully.

Fu Wanzhou's hand swelled up at a visible speed.

Wen Yao's palms were also shockingly red, and there was a faint tendency for them to swell.

"Alright, alright, let's call it a draw." Joshua couldn't stand it anymore, his brow furrowed. "I'll go get a rock to put on your ice."

The rocks outside the cave were soaked by the rain, and although they weren't as cool as ice, they still had a cooling effect.

Wen Yao gritted her teeth: "No, we don't need to!"

She still didn't believe it!

You can't make Fu Wanzhou cry!

Fu Wanzhou felt very bad.

He shouldn't let his own greed and delusions cause him to continue this stalemate with Wen Yao...

She was the one who got hurt, but he was the one who felt the pain.

She wanted to win, so he let her win.

Unexpectedly, Wen Yao said, "I don't need you to let me win. I believe I can definitely win!"

Fu Wanzhou felt a slight embarrassment at being exposed.

"Come!"

Wen Yao stretched out her hand, the back of her hand facing up.

With his palm facing upwards, Fu Wanzhou could easily hold Wen Yao's small hand firmly in his palm with a single squeeze.

Just about to move.

The string of reason hangs by a thread.

Just before the collapse, he slapped Wen Yao's hand with his backhand.

Snapped.

hit.

Wen Yao shook her hand, trying to appear calm: "It doesn't hurt, not at all. It's no different from being bitten by a mosquito!"

The guests sighed and rubbed their foreheads.

[Yao Mei is really stubborn!]

[Haha, back in the revolutionary era, no one could get any information out of my little sister!]

[Help! I saw my little sister secretly rubbing her little pearl! Oh my silly baby, is it really worth it just to win a game?]

...

Fu Wanzhou also noticed that Wen Yao was crying, and was immediately at a loss for what to do.

From childhood to adulthood, he has always received a gentleman's education.

This is the first time he's ever made a girl cry while playing a hand-slapping game.

“Yao-mei…I…”

Wen Yao sniffed, her voice soft and sweet with a nasal tone: "Put your hands away! It's my turn to hit you!"

Fu Wanzhou reached out her hand as if by reflex.

Wen Yao took a deep breath, but her hand suddenly cramped up and she couldn't muster any strength. The hand that was originally meant to strike Fu Wanzhou's hand hard instead gently brushed it away like a feather...

It poses no threat whatsoever.

Wen Yao was extremely annoyed. Oh no, she had wasted a precious opportunity!

Unexpectedly, Fu Wanzhou didn't cry out even after being hit so hard, but this time, with just a light touch, she couldn't control herself and let out a low moan.

Wen Yao looked at him in disbelief.

Yunxing was as happy as if it were New Year's Day: "Fu Wanzhou is out! Yaomei won! Yay—!"

"You wouldn't... deliberately let me win, would you?" Wen Yao asked suspiciously.

Fu Wanzhou gave a wry smile: "No, I'm ticklish."

Actually, it was because he couldn't control his emotions.

It hurts, but it's bearable.

Gentleness is what truly drives people to lose control.

Regardless, Wen Yao was quite happy to have won the match.

She stood up and bowed to all the contestants.

"Thank you, esteemed heroes. You flatter me."

Everyone applauded, creating a highly emotional atmosphere.

"Yao is too strong!"

Congratulations to Yao for winning the championship!

"Yao-mei, you are the light of action games—!"

Even though there were no prizes, everyone had a great time playing the games.

As night falls, the sound of rain patters down, and the white noise lulls one to sleep.

After a quick wash, everyone went to sleep fully clothed.

Wen Yao was standing next to Yun Xing on one side and Lu Anbo on the other.

She rubbed her eyes, still half asleep, and asked, "Aren't you going to remove your makeup?"

Lu Anbo, standing before me, still had her full makeup on, without a single disheveled detail.

Wen Yao's words reminded the viewers in the live stream.

Did Lu Anbo not remove her makeup last night?

Whenever the camera pans to him, he always looks like a refined young man.

Lu Anbo blatantly lied: "Oh dear, that's how we in the 'Strong Face' category are. Even without makeup, we look like we're wearing makeup."

Wen Yao's lips twitched: "Then why aren't your face and neck the same color?"

Lu Anbo picked up the small mirror he carried with him and was horrified when he saw what it was!

"what--"

He immediately took out a cushion foundation and powder puff, and started applying it vigorously to the uneven skin tone on his neck!

That strength was even greater than when he played a fighting game!

Wen Yao rolled her eyes cutely and went to sleep.

In the middle of the night, Yunxing slept crookedly to one side, and Wen Yao turned over and bumped into a burning hot body.

Sensing the heat source, she instinctively moved closer to it.

Almost the instant she approached, Fu Wanzhou opened her eyes.

The cultivators in the live stream who were still awake were incredibly excited!

[Ahhh, my Zhou Yao couple is finally getting to be all lovey-dovey!]

[The sly little girl accidentally threw herself into Zhouzi's arms late at night; he must be secretly thrilled.]

[You two are sleeping like this, why can't you sleep like that? Just for my sake, can you two kiss? I don't need that little bit of data!]

...

Fu Wanzhou shifted her position, creating some distance between herself and Wen Yao.

In her sleep, Wen Yao unconsciously moved closer to him again.

This was undoubtedly torture for Fu Wanzhou.

I wanted to touch it, but then I pulled my hand back.

Fu Wanzhou got up and walked out of the cave.

After getting caught in the rain, I felt much more refreshed.

Some things, you just can't do.

This is the bottom line.

Just then, a scream suddenly came from inside the cave: "Ahhh!"

That voice...is Wen Yao's?!

Fu Wanzhou turned back and ran all the way.

A moment later, he returned to the campfire.

Wen Yao and Yun Xing were seen hugging each other tightly. Josius was woken up and was supporting his forehead with one hand.

"What happened?" Fu Wanzhou asked in a deep voice, grabbing a piece of firewood to use as a weapon.

Could it be a snake?

"I think I saw a ghost..." Wen Yao said, her voice trembling slightly as if she had just woken from a nightmare. "No, it also looks like a water monkey..."

The unidentified creature lying on the ground opened its eyes: "What water monkey?"

In an instant, several more people screamed—