USWHC -Chapter 184 Miss, You’re Too Modest (Part 4)

The more Zhu Jie said this, the tighter Ji Yi pressed his lips together, becoming completely silent like a mute.

Seeing him like this made Zhu Jie tremble with anger. Say something already! If you don’t speak now, we’re going to end up drinking croton-seed soup!

Everyone’s eyes were fixed on Ji Yi, especially Zhu Jie. Her eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets as she stared at him, eagerly waiting for him to open his mouth.

But Ji Yi still said nothing. Stubbornly, he pushed the bowl of black sesame paste back again. At this moment, it seemed that in his eyes there was nothing left except that bowl of croton-brand black sesame paste.

“Stop pushing it! Say something already!” Zhu Jie snapped angrily. With a sudden shove of her hand—clang!—she pushed the bowl of sesame paste right back in front of Ji Yi.

But with that shove, for some unknown reason, the soup bowl—which had already been wobbling badly—suddenly slid across the table and began spinning around in circles.

Drip-drip-drip.

Wasn’t spilled sesame paste supposed to be sticky? Why was it sliding like this?

In the next instant, a sharp scream rang out.

“Ah!”

Sun Shaohui jumped straight to her feet, but even so, it was too late.

“Ah—my clothes!”

With that cry, half a bowl of the black sesame “special drink” poured directly onto her body without missing a single drop. Her originally colorful outfit instantly gained a new shade right in the middle—pitch black, clumped together in a thick mess.

But what no one expected was that at that very moment, Ji Yi suddenly shouted loudly:

“Good!”

His sudden shout was loud and clear—an exclamation of sheer satisfaction.

Yes, a delighted cheer.

What the heck?

They had been giving him signals earlier and he refused to speak, but now of all times he suddenly opened his mouth—and even shouted “Good!” What exactly did that “good” mean?

Zhu Jie immediately froze in disbelief. Did he even know what he was doing?

Turning to look at him, she saw that his face was solemn, as if he had been holding it in for a long time and had finally managed to make a sound. His face had even turned purple from holding it back.

Zhu Jie’s face instantly filled with black lines—pitch black, even darker than the sesame paste.

“Sorry! Sorry!”

Zhu Jie hurriedly stepped forward first, pulling out a handkerchief and wiping at Sun Shaohui’s clothes.

“Don’t be angry, sister. I didn’t mean to!”

But wiping only made things worse—the more she wiped, the more smeared it became.

When Sun Shaohui looked down and saw that the black mess had spread from the front of her collar all the way to the hem of her skirt, she knew the dress was completely ruined.

“That’s enough—let go!”

Sun Shaohui shouted angrily and in disgust, waving Zhu Jie aside with one hand.

Zhu Jie was pushed so suddenly that she froze for a full second. Then she saw Sun Shaohui turn around and storm off in a huff.

She was really angry this time.

Still hoping desperately to salvage the situation, Zhu Jie hurried after her.

“Don’t be angry, sister! I’ll help you clean it up!”

But after only two steps, her foot suddenly caught on something. Zhu Jie was sent flying forward, her hand still stretched out ahead of her.

Was she taking off like Superman?

Fortunately, there was an obvious obstacle in front of her.

The moment Zhu Jie “took flight,” she crashed straight into Sun Shaohui.

Riiip—

As Zhu Jie slid down, Sun Shaohui burst into tears.

“Ahhh—!”

Another sharp scream rang out.

Sun Shaohui looked down to see that Zhu Jie had grabbed onto her clothes and yanked them right down. Her smooth, fair shoulder was suddenly exposed completely under the sunlight.

And not only that—the exposure seemed to be spreading further downward.

Zhu Jie was dumbfounded as well.

What on earth was happening today?

Were she and Sun Shaohui simply born incompatible?

She had only grabbed instinctively, yet she had directly pulled Sun Shaohui’s clothes down. Smooth shoulders, pale skin, and the faint curves beneath…

Things that should be seen and things that absolutely shouldn’t—everything was about to be revealed.

Just as everyone stood frozen in stunned silence, a soft sigh suddenly drifted over.

“Beautiful.”

The trembling voice carried a strangely ambiguous tone. Though it wasn’t loud, in the quiet moment it was like a drop of icy water falling into a pot of hot oil.

Zhu Jie nearly fainted on the spot.

Seriously?! Even if you saw it, you didn’t have to say it out loud!

Yes—this “Beautiful” was spoken by Ji Yi.

The only man present had just delivered the most sincere evaluation of the scene before him.

So… should Sun Shaohui feel happy?

Or… happy?