1063 couldn't let him get away with it. "You..." Wang Shiyu's face turned pale. How could she not have heard the implication in Lu Yun's words? Wang Shiyu, who had always prided herself on her two reserved, aloof personalities, now found them completely disregarded—truly, the aunt could bear it, but the uncle couldn't! Even if the uncle managed to endure it, the aunt would never allow herself to be treated this way. "You're just looking for a fight," said Wang Shiyu with force, and immediately her fingers tightened around Lu Yun's waist. A sharp pressure! Lu Yun gasped suddenly, having anticipated the consequences of her reaction after he finished speaking. But this time, she was truly furious, pressing with such strength that even Lu Yun, who had been prepared, found it hard to bear. "Miss, don't you think we can be a little gentler?" Lu Yun was about to speak out loud, gritting his teeth and looking at Wang Shiyu with a pained expression, pleading, “I’ve already been giving you a heads-up, haven’t I? So you won’t be uncomfortable with my actions once the match is over and I win. Now, hearing you say that, it sounds like your evening duel is certain to end in defeat—your passion is even more intense now. With a delicate huff, she replied, “Then perhaps I should give you a heads-up too—so you’ll know to slowly slice your crotch with the pencil sharpener before the match even begins?” Hearing Wang Shiyu’s words, Lu Yun suddenly shivered, thinking how fierce this girl was—she had merely wanted to grab those two plain white buns from her, and now she wanted him to be completely stripped of his manhood! Truly… On second thought, the anatomical differences between men and women were quite significant. If he wanted to hold onto the two large white rabbits on her chest, then should Wang Shiyu decide to counterattack, aside from the fact that he always looked up when seeing a beautiful woman, he didn’t see much else that could be of use to her to strike or that could actually cause him substantial harm. How cruel! To be honest, how could one say the most venomous thing against a woman when she hasn't even fully matured yet? Already, she's thinking of cutting her own throat so fiercely. And if, someday, I get the chance to bring her into my harem, imagine me, after all the turmoil, cutting off my own most extraordinary member—right when I'm asleep—just to make room for her. Good heavens, just thinking about it, Lu Yun is drenched in cold sweat. His lifelong ambition has always been to build a harem of three thousand women. If such a scenario truly unfolds, then he'd be wearing three thousand green hats—quite an unwelcome sight indeed. This simply isn't worth it. With a pained expression, Lu Yun turns to Wang Shi Yu and says, "Shi Yu, I think we should call off our bet. If I truly defeat you, and then, after becoming your boyfriend, I ever slightly offend you—how could we possibly bear the tragic sight of your beloved being cut down by your own hands?" If it were ordinary, even if she were feeling irritated, Wang Shiyu would never have said the things she just said—things that made her feel embarrassed herself. But earlier, she had seen Lu Yun and Zhao Feiyan chatting and laughing together, and that had made her feel uneasy. It wasn’t that she disliked Zhao Feiyan or didn’t like the way they were together—it was simply that a quiet sense of longing had settled in her heart. She couldn’t quite explain where this feeling came from. They had only been sitting together for a few days, and Lu Yun had even missed several classes. In total, their time together had amounted to just half a day. Could it really be that such a brief period had already stirred ripples in her heart? This person wasn’t exactly a good match—she was a fickle, charming type. She absolutely couldn’t let him win her over!