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"This old man is actually quite easy to understand."

Seeing Qiao Xiao's seductive charm, Ross couldn't contain himself any longer. "Madam, let's talk in private."

Qiao Xiao: "Mm."

They came to a corner, a corner without cameras.

Ross: "Madam, you are beautiful."

Qiao Xiao: "Madam? Basically, no one calls me that. I'm very young, so I'm called uncle."

Ross, oblivious to the hidden meaning in her words, assumed she was flirting and asked with a wink, "The moon is so beautiful tonight, would I have the honor of inviting you to my home?"

If it's between two adults of similar age who are attracted to each other, it's definitely a well-intentioned attempt at flirting.

But Qiao Xiao's physical age was that of a young woman in her early twenties. As soon as he said that, Ross's charming and handsome face immediately changed, becoming nauseating to look at.

Qiao Xiao immediately put on a cold face: "Do I have to spell it out? You're quite old, uncle. An old ox trying to eat young grass? You're dreaming!" Then she gave a fake smile and turned to leave.

Ross shrugged it off, grabbing her arm in a groping manner. "Shameless woman," he said, thinking it was a flirtatious remark.

Qiao Xiao turned her head indifferently, looking at him with the same eyes she would give someone mentally challenged. In their country, cynical women often expressed their love with insults, and he accepted Qiao Xiao's love without hesitation.

"If you take one more step, you will die."

She leaned gracefully against the wall, issuing her final ultimatum.

Ross made a gesture as if he wanted to touch her waist.

Qiao Xiao turned her head away, and from who-knows-where, produced a small knife, stabbing it directly into his chest. Ross fell into a pool of blood, his eyes wide open in death.

Qiao Xiao: "Where is the plot? I can't see it anymore."

System notification: "Important plot point for the target: Jiang Yu is being humiliated by thugs in a deep alley outside the bar. According to the original plot, she may be raped and lose her innocence."

"Automatic trigger story option:"

Option 1: Rescue

Option 2 can be ignored.

Hint: Option two is highly likely to cause a change in Jiang Yu's personality, significantly increasing the difficulty of the romance. Please choose this option as soon as possible!

Qiao Xiao: "Nonsense, I choose one."

System: "Strength level detected: greater than 2000. Condition met. In progress..."

Qiao Xiao arrived outside in the blink of an eye.

A fair-skinned young man was surrounded by a group of thugs. The drizzle from the sky soaked his shirt, making him look like a drifting, solitary talisman, long since devoid of his original spirit.

Jiang Yu stared in fear at the several pairs of greedy eyes in front of him; his clothes had been torn during the fight.

A terrible thought suddenly flashed through her mind: she would be humiliated, and a look of unprecedented terror appeared on her face.

"Hey kid, what's gotten into you? Take your clothes off and let us guys have a good look."

Jiang Yu's self-esteem was trampled, and a sense of humiliation was ripped from the depths of his soul. He was prepared to slit his own throat and die, to tear his body to pieces, rather than let them defile him.

At that moment, a voice rang out: "Who gave you permission to touch him?"

Qiao Xiaomu walked over with a blank expression, holding a black umbrella in her hand. She had exchanged some of her energy for it; the protagonist shouldn't make a grand entrance in such a disheveled manner.

"Oh my, another beauty has arrived."

Qiao Xiao was backlit, so much so that they couldn't see the horrifying bloodstains on her face.

Qiao Xiao: "Their faces are unfamiliar; they're not the same group we fought before."

Without a word, she grabbed a sharp knife and moved with the speed of the wind, closing in on them.

"If that's the case, then die!"

"what?!"

Before they could react, one after another their throats were slit, their bodies collapsing to the ground, bloody liquid gushing from their veins and being washed away by the rain.

She left an umbrella behind, said nothing, and left.

Jiang Yu was still in shock and collapsed to the ground.