Chapter 16: The Queen's Dance

"What?" Dong Xiaoyu froze in place, doubting she had heard correctly.

Not until the "Threshold" on her retina began to drop!

Did she realize that the "King" had already issued an order to her!

And as the "Queen," she could not disobey!

Dong Xiaoyu gritted her teeth, stood up, and walked to the bottom of the steps.

Then, she danced a dance.

But she had no idea how to dance; she had only practiced some dances for pop songs, so her movements were awkward and unrefined, and some of the sultry motions made her appear even more clumsy.

Yet as her skirt fluttered, Zhu Jie watched with great interest.

Regardless of whether the dancing was good or not, just having a beautiful woman obediently follow orders satisfied Zhu Jie's desire for control!

The rest of the people were all stunned in place, somewhat at a loss regarding the situation Zhu Jie had triggered.

What on earth is he trying to do? Ding Mo frowned.

As for "Snow White" Leng Rourou, there was a hint of scrutiny in her eyes.

She only cared whether doing this would change the group's situation.

In the center of the banquet, Dong Xiaoyu gritted her teeth, dancing awkwardly under the disgusting gaze from above.

A sense of shame rose within her.

And while everyone else was focused on this farce, Chu Chenfeng slightly raised his head.

Just because the light from the ceiling,

actually had a faint tendency to concentrate on Dong Xiaoyu!

Under his Mask, Chu Chenfeng's face revealed surprise.

Soon, the dance ended, and Dong Xiaoyu panted, looking up at Zhu Jie.

She saw him, amidst the shocked gazes of the crowd, take off his shoe, extend his foot,

and say urgently:

"You! Come over here and give me..."

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Beside the empty high-backed throne,

there was lingering cold sweat on Dong Xiaoyu's head.

Just now, if Zhu Jie's behavior hadn't been too rude and inconsistent with the "King" Identity, she would have been in trouble!

Once that "order" was issued...

Thinking about how she would have to do that kind of thing in full view of everyone... Leng Rourou couldn't help but bite her red lips.

She would rather be dead!

And the previous behavior also seemed to make the "Threshold" of that pervert Zhu Jie drop sharply.

So after his face twisted for a moment, he hurriedly exited the scene.

"Phew..." Dong Xiaoyu let out a breath and patted her petite chest.

Clang, clang!

At this moment, a crisp tapping sound attracted her attention; she realized it was Leng Rourou tapping a silver fork against a dinner plate,

to remind her that it was time to enter the next plot.

After the commotion just now, plus the fact that everyone had added many performance details earlier,

the performance duration had actually reached 2 hours!

Dong Xiaoyu came back to her senses and hurriedly spoke, continuing the performance.

The performance was finally able to proceed as normal.

At night, before sleeping.

Zhu Jie stood a few meters away, his eyes bloodshot, staring straight at Dong Xiaoyu.

Dong Xiaoyu stared back at him without fear.

"You pervert, come on! Let's go down together!"

But as she spoke, her legs hidden under her skirt couldn't help but clamp together.

In truth, she was just a newcomer who had only experienced one "Typewriter Task," and she had only survived that one by luck.

So facing the strong man in front of her, she really had no way out and could only hope to scare him off.

After a while, to Dong Xiaoyu's surprise, Zhu Jie, who had seemed like he was about to pounce the next second, lay back down on the bed.

The reason was none other than:

【Threshold: 67%】

The previous series of actions had caused his Threshold to drop too severely, triggering a reaction similar to "withdrawal."

It was actually similar to the reaction when Ding Mo "refused to board" earlier.

Now his mental state was very unstable, so naturally, he had no energy to do that kind of thing.

Dong Xiaoyu breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately felt a sense of despair again.

This Task clearly had no intention of ending anytime soon. How long would she have to share a room with this pervert?

In her mind, a certain memory of grief and despair from her childhood surfaced... Dong Xiaoyu gritted her teeth, a hint of ruthlessness appearing in her eyes!

She hid under the covers,

and found the "Prop Team"!

She chose to send a private message.

This cannot go on any longer!

【Dong Xiaoyu (Stepmother): You, can you help me buy something? It is...】

She typed out a string of characters, then added:

【I beg you, I cannot... I, I must...】

But on the other end, there was not the slightest reply.

Dong Xiaoyu was not surprised.

The "Prop Team" never chatted with actors like them, and never said a single word; the procurement lists reported to them, the props they were asked to provide,

if they gave them, they would certainly not overlook it. If they did not, no matter how many times one asked, it was useless.

This time, would they provide it?

Dong Xiaoyu fell silent.

She had actually thought about taking a fruit knife to finish Zhu Jie off while he was fast asleep at night! But that pervert was extremely vigilant and had scattered broken glass all over the floor beside the bed.

It was difficult to clean up, and once she got close, it would be very easy to be discovered.

And once discovered... that pair of blood-red eyes surfaced in her mind.

Early the next morning.

The Director sent a message: "Unqualified"!

But it was within expectations, and everyone was too lazy to argue about anything.

Ding Mo took a bag of lamb out of the room's refrigerator and said:

"Let's eat lamb today."

Chu Chenfeng heard this and said: "I said I don't like lamb."

"But this is all there is today." Ding Mo said with a bitter smile:

"Everything else has been eaten."

"... What?!" Chu Chenfeng heard this, and his expression suddenly changed!

"Are you saying the food in the refrigerator is limited?"

"Yeah, what else? It's not Doraemon's infinite pocket..." As he spoke, Ding Mo's voice suddenly trailed off.

"Wait!" Under Chu Chenfeng's speechless gaze, his expression changed:

"Will the Prop Team send food?"

"I have already confirmed this point with the others, unfortunately," Chu Chenfeng said cruelly:

"They won't!

"And when I went out earlier, I checked the Hotel and didn't find food anywhere else either."

Ding Mo was stunned.

In other words... he looked down at the pork in his hand.

The food was limited?

"I thought there was enough food in the refrigerator, but now it seems..." Chu Chenfeng stood up to check the refrigerator and the water dispenser.

He reached a conclusion:

"If we ration the food, it will last another week.

"It's just this water..."

"How much longer can it last?" Chu Chenfeng said:

"If the two of us drink it, it can last at most three more days."

Only three days left?!

"But if one person drinks it, it's still enough for a week."

Ding Mo held the pork, and upon hearing this, he turned around in silence and looked at Chu Chenfeng.

Chu Chenfeng also looked at him.

The two men stood silently in the room, both realizing something.

And their swords lay on the bedside table nearby.

Those were real, sharpened swords!

"..."

"We don't necessarily have to go that far, do we?" Ding Mo said with difficulty.

Regarding this friend who had helped him so much, Ding Mo truly did not want to draw his blade against him.

The air fell into another silence,

Chu Chenfeng moved his lips, just about to speak.

Ding-dong~

Beside him, his mobile phone suddenly rang.