Imperial Treasure

Natasha almost poked Sui Yi’s head with an ice lolly.

What the heck, such a big chocolate ice lolly for beauty and skincare! More like pig farming!

Even wooing girls shouldn’t involve exaggerated chatter like this!

Li Luo didn’t believe it, but at least Sui Yi did want to take care of her. She worried he’d pull some cunning trick like "I’ve already seen you, you’re not plump at all," so she reached out to take the ice lolly. Watching others eat ice lollies, she stuck out her tongue and lightly licked it...

This action alone made quite a few men around take a sharp breath.

Li Luo realized it, casting a cold glance around.

But she didn’t notice Natasha’s indifferent expression.

Speaking of which, not long ago, she was threatened by someone she spent a night with, who left her pregnant but refused responsibility, talking about a double fatality...

Now, armed with a two US Dollar ice lolly, this person is wooing another beauty.

Ha.

So taking a photo and posting it on social media isn’t a big deal.

—She tells her, chocolate vanilla ice cream is delicious, good for beauty, you must try it. But she’s not me from ten years later, despite us sleeping together last night.

Below attached an HD**** photo.

After finishing with social media, Natasha realized maybe she belonged to the missing/deceased persons from ten years ago, probably making people think her account was hacked.

The intended effect is unreachable.

So, she coolly bit into the ice lolly while her phone chattered non-stop, sending group texts!

The so-called love for a person extends to everything about them; previously, to save her life, she thoroughly investigated everyone around Sui Yi. Later, as they got familiar, she interacted somewhat, following people on microblogs; it was nothing.

Far away in another country...

China!

During a break in Beijing University’s auditorium, Su Zimu heard the notification tone of her phone. She opened it, and it was Gong Jiu sending nine angry emojis, plus a screenshot—a Facebook post from some aristocratic prince who’s been dead for ten years. Just one glance, Su Zimu put the already opened water bottle on the table, didn’t drink, stuffed it back, flicked her fingers, and enlarged the screenshot.

Pictures with undeniable truth, accompanied by literary, artistic forest girl-style writings akin to soul chicken soup...

Merely reading the text, Su Zimu felt it was hacked, if not for seeing the photo.

Blue sky and white clouds, a stunning beauty, an elegant face, each holding an ice lolly, chocolate wrapped in green vanilla ice cream, lips icy and lustrous, the two exchanging smiles...

HD****, beautiful as a painting.

Su Zimu thought perhaps it was Photoshopped.

Beauty, chocolate vanilla, slept together and such...

Then she found there was another text message.

Just a picture.

She looked at it coldly, then glanced back at the social media address remark—Teotihuacan, Mexico.

When did Natasha adopt this scheming bitch style—only showing someone in the city of Teotihuacan stimulated someone else.

Su Zimu chuckled lightly, replied to Natasha and Gong Jiu with the same text.

Those closest to her visibly sensed a chilly breeze through their foreheads.

Geez, it’s so cold.

Capital City, a certain company...

Gong Jiu saw the text, rolled his eyes up to his skull!

The text said—some nights ago, I saw Sui Yi on the rooftop hugging Li Luo; that’s nothing.

A full sense of—you’re making too big a deal out of this, it’s not an issue.

After sending two text messages, Gong Jiu’s mood worsened, clinging to the floor-to-ceiling window and crying, why is it that, although I’m the first to know Sui Yi, Sui Yi never feeds me...

The flower demon attended a banquet at another venue, responding simply to Gong Jiu’s call: "Because when she first met you, weren’t your pants stained by PMS...? First impressions decide everything; she probably can’t bear to feed you ice cream, the affection isn’t there. Like how I can’t bring myself to raise dogs even though I find them cute, thinking they like ****."

Such a metaphor is really...

"But we slept together..."

"Yes, I was there too, along with others... sleeping without undressing isn’t real sleeping, it’s just warming the bed. With your sleeping posture, you’re basically destined to be moved under the bed in the middle of the night, back up in the morning... understand? If you really feel uncomfortable and want her to feed you, it’s simple."

"....What?"

"Break your limbs, lie on the bed."

"...."

Teotihuacan, Mexico.

Sui Yi, having eaten half the ice lolly, was standing under a column, looking at the human face carvings above.

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