Stepping on the Demoness to become the strongest-Chapter 495 - 91 Fun to Pinch Little Zhou

Chapter 495 -91 Fun to Pinch Little Zhou

Zhou Hongyu sat in the clothing store, her face as frosty as winter, causing the sales associate beside her who wanted to ask for an autograph to tremble with fear.

She was stewing in her own sullen anger.

She had fully intended to reject him mercilessly, but in the end, she was blackmailed into submission by Yan Yu’s “You wouldn’t want others to know, would you?”

If Mother Zhou’s issue became known to the higher-ups and they helped solve it, it would save a lot of trouble, but undeniably more people would learn about her family situation—a scenario she absolutely didn’t want to happen.

After all, it’s all due to her own overly competitive nature… How infuriating!

“What about this one?” Yan Yu asked, holding up a floral maxi dress.

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Since his visit to the clothing warehouse with the team on the second day of the lunar new year, he had become a seasoned driver, well-versed in choosing clothes for different girls.

“Not great,” Zhou Hongyu resisted.

“Try it on,” Yan Yu insisted, pushing the clothes hanger into her hands.

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Seeing Zhou Hongyu still reluctant, Yan Yu encouraged her with a smile:

“Little Zhou, you wouldn’t want…”

“Shut up!” Zhou Hongyu could no longer hold back her irritation as she abruptly stood up, grabbed the dress, and strode toward the fitting room.

After a moment, the fitting room curtain was pulled aside again to reveal a Nanchuan girl standing with one hand on her hip, a look of impatience on her face.

The floral dress Yan Yu picked out was sleeveless, revealing her two fair and lovely arms. A distinctive waist design emphasized Little Zhou’s slender waist—which also had to be strong and flexible, or he wouldn’t have been flipped over in bed by her sneak attack at her grandmother’s house and firmly trapped from getting up.

The waist flared out to a generously proportioned upper body, though not as voluptuous as Zhao Yuanzhen’s, it was certainly better than Lin Ning and Li Minghu’s, comparable to sizes not far behind Ye Jun and Anna’s.

The neckline was cut slightly low, revealing a beautiful and delicate collarbone, leading up to Zhou Hongyu’s face, which easily flitted between annoyance and anger, exuding a strange and indescribable alluring charm.

“Smile,” Yan Yu suggested, pulling out his phone, ready to take a picture.

Zhou Hongyu rolled her eyes.

“You don’t have to smile,” Yan Yu quickly amended, “Your look of disdain is also cute. To use the popular internet phrase, it’s ‘queen style.’ Right now, there are probably lots of men who would pay to be trampled by you, or slapped…”

Zhou Hongyu immediately shuddered with manifest disgust, forcing a reluctant smile.

But she really wasn’t good at it, so much so that it only stretched the muscles on her face mechanically to the sides, creating a stiff, insincere smile.

Yan Yu took several pictures, then showed the phone to Zhou Hongyu.

“Is this me?” Zhou Hongyu asked in shock.

Although the smile was a bit awkward, it was much better than her usual “keep out” fierce look. Coupled with the flattering influence of the sleeveless, waisted floral maxi dress, it highlighted her feminine charm so much that Zhou Hongyu almost didn’t recognize the pretty girl in the photo as herself.

Her self-image was still that of the cold and fierce woman she saw in the mirror every morning when she rose to wash up.

“Alright,” Yan Yu put away his phone, “Next, we need to go…”

“Delete the photo,” Zhou Hongyu suddenly demanded.

“No way,” laughed Yan Yu, refusing, “That’s my payment for helping you choose clothes.”

“Delete it!” Zhou Hongyu lunged to snatch the phone away.

Yan Yu attempted to make a run for it, but Zhou Hongyu was ready; she grabbed his arm and dragged him into the fitting room, forcefully pulling the curtain shut behind them.

“Hand over the phone!” Inside the cramped cubicle, she pinned Yan Yu against the corner wall and commanded fiercely.

“I promise I won’t show it to anyone,” Yan Yu tried to communicate with her earnestly.

“You even plan to show it to others?!” Zhou Hongyu’s beautiful phoenix eyes widened in anger, her temper flaring instantly.

“Just to our team and your team,” Yan Yu said calmly, “After all, to us, they are ‘our people,’ right…”

Zhou Hongyu didn’t bother with words and went straight for the phone.

Yan Yu quickly hid his phone behind him, but Zhou Hongyu grabbed his pocket in one swift motion, his smile abruptly vanishing.

“Hand it over!” Zhou Hongyu ordered coldly.

“…Let go first, it’s not in the pocket.”

“I’m going to use Curved Curse now,” Zhou Hongyu threatened.

Yan Yu, with a pained expression, handed over his cellphone. Zhou Hongyu continued to grip him with her left hand while she operated the cellphone with her right, not only deleting all the photos and recordings but also thoroughly clearing the backups in the Cloud Space.

Only then did she let go of her left hand, tossed the cellphone back to Yan Yu, and declared:

“That’s enough for today.”

“Oh no, that won’t do,” Yan Yu said, his smile returning. “Our bet isn’t over yet. We still need to stop by the hair salon.”

“You don’t have anything to threaten me with now,” Zhou Hongyu scoffed.

It must be said, the cold smirk she displayed at this moment looked better than the forced smile she had squeezed out earlier.

Her attractiveness was on the rise!

“Didn’t you know?” Yan Yu kindly enlightened her. “Most messaging apps have a feature that allows you to send messages to yourself. That way, you can keep the messages in the app’s file directory.”

Zhou Hongyu’s face changed slightly, and she quickly lunged at him again, trying to snatch the cellphone.

But this time, Yan Yu was ready. With the speed of lightning, he reached out with both arms, firmly grasping Zhou Hongyu’s wrists.

With her arms restrained, Zhou Hongyu couldn’t throw an elbow or sneak a peach, so she tried to knee him in the groin again, but this time Yan Yu immediately raised his right leg, delivering a side-kick right to the hollow of her knee, causing her to lose her balance and plunk down onto Yan Yu’s thigh.

“The same trick isn’t going to work on me twice!” Yan Yu declared righteously.

“Let go of me!” Zhou Hongyu struggled violently, exclaiming in annoyance.

“Swear that you won’t try to snatch my cellphone again,” Yan Yu said.

“Impossible,” Zhou Hongyu said coldly. “I won’t let you keep those recordings!”

“In that case,” Yan Yu said with a smile, “how about I delete the recordings but keep the photos?”

Zhou Hongyu was silent for a moment, then nodded.

Yan Yu then released her hands, stood up, and tidied up his clothes and pants that she had ruffled.

“Delete the recordings,” Zhou Hongyu stressed.

“No need,” Yan Yu opened the messaging app to show her, “I didn’t send any recordings to myself.”

“Then what were you saying just now?” Zhou Hongyu glared at him again.

“I only said it’s possible to back up that way, I didn’t say I did,” Yan Yu defended confidently.

Zhou Hongyu was so irritated she simply pulled open the fitting room curtain and left without looking back.

Yan Yu hurriedly paid the female clerk, purchasing the floral dress she had worn out, then quickly caught up to Zhou Hongyu—her not leaving the store to escape via Sword Control was truly beyond Yan Yu’s expectations.

Could it be that she wasn’t as angry as she appeared?

“Next, we should head to the hair salon,” Yan Yu said. “Get your hair trimmed; it’s all messy… You don’t take much care of your hair, do you?”

“I’m not going,” Zhou Hongyu stated. “You no longer have the recordings.”

“But I still have the photos,” Yan Yu said with a smile. “Little Zhou, you wouldn’t want these photos to be sent to your team members, would you?”

“Today, I must smash your damn phone!!!” Zhou Hongyu finally exploded, turned around, and started to chase after Yan Yu at a swift pace.

Yan Yu swiftly took to his heels. The two of them chased each other and soon darted into a hair salon.

“Welcome…” The greeting hostess at the door immediately recognized the man who had burst into the shop as Yan Yu, the captain of the Zhenhai Team frequently seen on TV.

“Hello,” Yan Yu winked at her. “Can you keep my visit here a secret?”

“Of course!” The hostess immediately showed a flattering, admiring smile. “Are you here to get a haircut at our salon? Several of our styling directors are your fans!”

“No,” Yan Yu turned and gestured, “It’s Little Zhou I brought in to cut…”

Before he could finish, Zhou Hongyu, who followed him into the store with a burst through the door, pounced on Yan Yu.

In front of the many hairstylists in the store, she latched onto Yan Yu’s neck and shook him violently, grinding her teeth and shouting:

“If you don’t delete the photos, I’m going to kill you!”