Let me win you over, and you'll become a heartthrob before I even begin?

"Awake?" A pleasant voice came from inside.

Hearing the sound, the boy looked up and saw an out-of-place, overly ornate chair in the vast, desolate open space before him.

The girl, whose face was obscured, sat on the chair, looking up at him arrogantly, as if she were looking at some interesting little toy.

The boy frowned and asked, "Who are you?"

Yan Weixi: "Guess."

The boy honestly replied, "I can't guess."

Yan Weixi walked towards the boy, picked up a twig from who-knows-where, and used the tip of the twig to lift his chin.

The boy was forced to look up, staring at the other person with an unhappy expression.

Yan Weixi chuckled softly: "Is this the koi fish fate that will kill me in the future?"

The little panda nodded: "Yes, it's doo!"

Yan Weixi pulled the branch away and, without any politeness or courtesy, patted the boy's face with it.

The boy's face was as white and tender as a peeled egg; when the branch tugged, it left a crimson mark.

The boy being photographed seemed to be thinking of something, feeling both angry and ashamed, his expression a mixture of grievance and restraint. "You have to know your limits when you're humiliating someone!"

Yan Weixi: "?"

Yan Weixi slapped him on the head. "You idiot, throw your yellow trash in the trash can!"

The boy was hit hard by her, and his head immediately felt dizzy.

Seeing that this guy was so clueless and completely unaware that he had been kidnapped, Yan Weixi remained silent for a moment before finally deciding to get straight to the point.

"Alright, let's get straight to the point."

Hearing Yan Weixi get to the point, the boy frowned, "What are you going to do?! Forget about it! I will never give in to you!"

Yan Weixi: "?"

Red panda: "?"

Yan Weixi glanced at him like he was an idiot, "I already told you, your brain is full of lewd nonsense?"

Upon hearing Yan Weixi's words, the boy tensed up: "What exactly do you want to do!?"

The boy finally said something insightful.

Yan Weixi pulled out a kitchen knife: "Of course, I'll kill him!"

The boy breathed a sigh of relief: "Oh."

The next second, he raised his head high again: "What!?"

The boy nervously took a step back. "You...you don't come any closer!"

Yan Weixi held the kitchen knife up to his legs and gestured, "I'll give you a choice."

The boy's mind was buzzing with nervousness, and his voice tightened: "What choice?"

Yan Weixi smiled sweetly at him: "Don't be afraid, little brother, I won't fail!"

The boy swallowed hard: "Anyone would be scared if you pointed a kitchen knife at me, right?"

Yan Weixi slashed the knife right next to his neck: "Brother, now this is what it means to point a knife at you."

The boy noticed something sharp next to his neck and was so frightened that he almost had a brain fart and immediately fell asleep with his head tilted to the side.

Seeing that he was about to faint from fright, Yan Weixi pinched his nose.

The sudden suffocation and lack of oxygen made the boy highly alert, and he didn't seem to be about to faint at all.

Seeing that the boy seemed to be in pretty good condition and wouldn't take a nap anywhere, she finally let go of his hand with peace of mind.

The boy's voice trembled as he asked, "What...what exactly do you want?"

Yan Weixi said directly, "I played a little prank on you."

"What prank?"

"I've cast a spell on you."

After hearing this, the boy immediately went to sleep.

Yan Weixi: "?"

Yan Weixi couldn't help but sigh, "It's so good to be young, you can go to sleep on time."

The little panda scratched its head: "Are you sure this wasn't scared to death by you?"

Yan Weixi complained, "Why are you speaking such blunt truths?"

Yan Weixi pinched his nose, and the boy woke up abruptly the next second.

Upon seeing Yan Weixi, he shuddered. "You...you really cast a spell on me?"

"I lied to you."

The boy had just breathed a sigh of relief.

"I have cursed you."

The boy scoffed, "It's just a curse. The curse never succeeded in this world."

Yan Weixi smiled slyly: "The curse I placed on you is a master-servant substitution contract. Whenever the master is injured, the servant will suffer double the injury."

Yan Weixi stood up and looked down at the boy who was still lying on the ground, her beautiful eyes gleaming with malice.

The voice, though seemingly as refreshing and pleasant as a gentle breeze and a bright moon, was as vicious and piercing as a cold mountain wind.

"When the master dies, the servant must also die."

The boy didn't believe it: "That's not scientific! I suggest you stop watching those anime and reading those novels. You always think that magic, curses, and spells exist!"

"Everything must be based on science! Such an irrational curse cannot exist in this world!"

The boy absolutely refused to believe it!

Without saying a word, Yan Weixi picked up a kitchen knife and slashed her palm.

The next instant, the boy's palm stung terribly, and he instinctively winced and cried out in pain, "It hurts!"

Seeing this, the little panda immediately grabbed Yan Weixi's hand and murmured with concern, "Why did you cut yourself? Does it hurt? I'll get you some healing!"

Yan Weixi shook her head: "No need."

Yan Weixi squatted down and grabbed his other hand, slashing it.

The boy immediately grimaced, "It hurts so much!"

Yan Weixi asked him, "Which hand hurts more?"

The boy was extremely aggrieved: "It hurts!!"

Yan Weixi: "..."

Yan Weixi asked again, "Does your right hand feel the same as your left hand? Is it both painful from the cuts?"

"Nonsense!" The boy was stunned after saying that.

Why does my right hand, which is not injured, feel the same stinging sensation as my left hand?

My right hand is perfectly fine!

In front of him, Yan Weixi took out a bottle of medicine powder and sprinkled it on her hand.

In an instant, the wound on Yan Weixi's hand healed completely, leaving no trace of injury.

At the same time, the boy's right hand no longer hurt; the pain disappeared without a trace, as if the stinging pain had never existed.

Yan Weixi grabbed his left hand and poured out the remaining powder.

In less than a second, the boy's left hand was completely restored, along with his right hand, without any pain.

The boy remained defiant: "Impossible! There can't be a curse in this world!"

Yan Weixi was speechless. She pinched her arm, and the boy's arm also started to hurt the next moment.

The boy stared in disbelief: "Does this world really have curses?"

"Yes, you are the lucky one who was cursed."

Upon hearing this, the boy tilted his head to the side and fainted again.

Yan Weixi: "...I don't believe you even if you say he doesn't have narcolepsy."

Yan Weixi slapped him awake.

When the boy woke up, he saw Yan Weixi standing in front of his head, looking down at him, her magnified face right in front of his face.

The boy couldn't help but feel a little flutter in his heart.

The moment I saw Yan Weixi pull out the kitchen knife—

The boy suffered a heart attack.

"Tell me, do you want me to break your arms and legs, leaving you paralyzed and confined to your home forever, or do you choose to obediently accept the curse?"

The boy shrank back: "Wasn't I already cursed? Did I even have a choice?"

Yan Weixi smiled innocently: "Yes, you can choose to have my hands and feet broken and crippled, but never mind, things might get complicated, I'll just kill you first."

The boy's lips trembled as he asked, "Do we have a grudge?"

Yan Weixi still smiled innocently: "Yes! It's a deep-seated hatred that's as serious as death!"

"Are you really going to kill me...?"

“That’s right!” Yan Weixi brandished the kitchen knife, its blade gleaming sharply in the moonlight.

The boy flinched slightly: "Then... I'll choose to be cursed..."

After all, his life is still in the other party's hands.