C27 Evil Angel Are You Beautiful?

Ha!

Yuvyuv let out a mocking laugh, finally confirming that this guy, who she'd heard about in her past life as a notorious playboy, was indeed a classic womanizer. Seeing a beautiful woman made him forget even his own safety. No wonder he ended up getting himself killed over a woman back then.

Yuvyuv held a whip, lifting the playboy's chin with it, and scrutinized him with a smirk. "Hmm, you do have a decent face, and as for your physique..."

Her gaze unapologetically traveled downward.

"My physique is great too! If you like, I can let you admire it every day," Henry exclaimed, his blue eyes lighting up with excitement. He forgot all about the woman beside him, tossing aside the blanket that covered him, and tried to stand up proudly.

But he stepped on the woman's stomach, eliciting a sharp scream from her.

"Whack!"

At that moment, the whip lashed across Henry's back, sending him sprawling back onto the bed. The blanket fell over him once more.

"Ouch, why did you hit me again?" Henry whined, feeling utterly wronged. This woman was like a wicked angel—so wicked. But what was he to do when he seemed to have fallen for her at first sight?

Oh, God, he liked this wicked angel, but she kept whipping him. It was brutal. Yet, the more she whipped him, the more he liked her.

Yuvyuv, holding the whip, had no idea that her actions had somehow won over this foolish playboy.

"Take a guess," Yuvyuv said with a teasing smile.

"You want me to guess?" Henry winced from the pain in his back, wanting to shake his head, but quickly blurted out, "You like me?" when he saw the whip raised in her hand.

Whack!

"Oww!" Henry howled in pain, drawing the attention of the servants outside the door, who knocked and asked, "Sir, is everything alright?"

Henry gritted his teeth against the pain, glaring at the young woman in front of him who showed no sign of tension. He pulled the blanket over his head and let out a muffled groan, signaling his men to back off. He didn't want to hurt this woman and had no choice but to accept the situation.

But then, what was the deal with the whip around his neck?

A sudden waft of a fresh scent hit his senses, and the girl's cool voice whispered a warning, "If you don't want to get played too quickly, make your woman scream louder."

"Scream? Make my woman scream louder?" Henry was taken aback, the whip around his neck making him wince.

Wasn't the usual advice to keep quiet?

"Hurry up."

Yuvyuv, impatient, held a dagger in her hand. Before Henry could instruct his companion, she pressed the blade's tip against the woman's face, warning sternly, "Scream, or I'll scar your face."

"Ah, ah, ah, ah..."

Wow, that was quite the performance.

Yuvyuv glanced at the door with a smile, and sure enough, the urgent knocking stopped.

Only then did Henry realize why this wicked girl wanted his companion to scream. It was to make the men outside think he was having an intense time with his partner.

Oh, my God, how could this little woman be so devious?

He found himself liking her more and more, even wondering if he might be falling for her. But it seemed she didn't feel the same way!

Poor Henry, enduring the pain from the whip, was foolishly fantasizing about the possibility of being with this wicked little woman.

"Snap!"

The crack of the whip shattered Henry's daydreams. He bit down on the blanket, his blue eyes wide with a mix of pain and disbelief, as if asking Yuvyuv if she had a sadistic streak.

"Come on, how about we play a little quiz game today?" Yuvyuv said with a mischievous smile, looking at the spoiled rich kid biting the blanket.

Henry was quite curious; this rich kid didn't seem to want to call for help from his entourage outside. Yuvyuv twirled the whip in her hand, but showed no mercy. "Here's the deal: I ask, you answer. If your answer pleases me, I'll spare you a lash. If not..."

The whip cracked at the foot of the bed, making Henry and his companion flinch. "First question: Am I beautiful?"

"Beautiful, absolutely stunning, like an angel," Henry replied quickly, his blue eyes lighting up.

The next moment, the sound of the whip made him wince in pain. Did he answer wrong? Henry looked at Yuvyuv with a pleading expression, but she just smiled like a mischievous fox.

"You’re too foolish," she said, shaking her delicate fingers. "I don't like being complimented by fools."

Henry, a tall guy over six feet, felt like crying. This mischievous woman was calling him dumb.

"Alright, second question: Am I beautiful?" Yuvyuv raised an eyebrow.

"You just asked that!" Henry's companion interjected.

The whip cracked again, landing on Henry. This time, he couldn't hold back and cried out, tears and snot ruining any semblance of composure. "I didn't answer that time!"

"Well, the game is I ask, you answer. Your friend broke the rules by answering, so you get the lash," Yuvyuv said with a straightforward smile.

Henry, in pain and frustration, turned red. "Third question..."

"Wait, hold on, can we play a different game?" Henry quickly interrupted, terrified.

He finally understood that the mischievous woman in front of him was here to vent her anger on him. No matter how he answered, as long as she was still upset, he couldn't escape the whip.

"Oh, I forgot to remind you, Henry. In this game, you only have the right to cooperate, not to choose," Yuvyuv said with a cruel smile on her face.

Henry's tall frame shivered several times. Suddenly, he looked up as if he had realized something. "You know who I am? And you still dare to whip me? Who are you?"

"Whack!" Another lash.

"Too much talking, you deserve it!"

"The game continues."

"Third question, keep going..."

"..."

"Wrong answer, you deserve it!"

"Fourth question, keep going..."

"Wrong answer, you deserve it!"

"Fifth question, keep going..."

Outside the door, the bodyguards exchanged uneasy glances. Their young master was getting into something intense this early in the morning—maybe a bit too intense. Although they were worried he might be going too far, they didn't dare interrupt his fun.

Every time they heard the sound of the whip and his cries from the room, the muscles on their faces twitched noticeably.

"Please, Little Madam, I was wrong, I was wrong. What did I do to upset you? Please tell me and stop whipping me," Henry finally broke down, sobbing and begging for mercy after enduring over a dozen lashes.