When the female protagonist of the harem meets the female protagonist of abuse

Perhaps because he was speechless, or because he was angry, Liuliu became as quiet as a chicken.

Bei Qiuqiu felt relieved and began to look around.

The space in the van was cramped. There were five men, one was driving, and the other four were staring at her and Yu Qingling, as if they were afraid that they would join forces and run off halfway, so they arranged her and Yu Qingling in the middle and back seats separately.

Compared to Yu Qingling's calmness, Bei Qiuqiu was always concerned. She asked Liuliu, "According to the plot, what will happen next?"

Liuliu seemed to be angry, she replied very slowly, and only spoke out after a while, repeating the plot that she had told her before, "Next, the host will be locked up in the villa by Feng Yuanhua for a day and a night."

As for what happened during these 24 hours, there is no way of knowing.

Bei Qiuqiu is very worried, especially now that there is one more person who will accompany him to complete the task.

If possible, she doesn't want to involve the person she likes in these horrible plot tasks.

She asked Liuliu, "As long as I stay on Feng Yuanhua's territory for a day and a night, the task will be completed, right?"

"In theory, yes."

Fortunately, the original text does not have a detailed description of the plot, and she still has room for free play.

The van drove farther and farther away from the city center, walked into the desolate suburbs, turned around and finally stopped outside a mountainside villa.

The leading man got out of the car and urged the people in the car to get into the villa as soon as possible.

Yu Qingling looked around leisurely, like a guest invited to visit.

Judging from the decoration style of the villa, it is very antique and charming, which makes her miss the past.

The five men who brought them here drove them into the villa and guarded the gate without leaving.

The huge villa was brightly lit, but it was so quiet that it was a bit permeating.

Bei Qiuqiu has followed Yu Qingling closely since entering here.

Yu Qingling was puzzled: "Are you afraid?"

Bei Qiuqiu nodded, the unknown is the easiest thing to cause fear.

Especially since she is a heroine who wants to abuse and cry millions of readers, "Sister, are you afraid?"

Yu Qingling shook her head, she was highly skilled and bold, and she didn't perceive any danger, so she went forward bravely.

Thinking of Bei Qiuqiu who was as timid as a little rabbit, but also lovingly stretched out his hand, "If you are afraid, you can hold my hand."

Bei Qiuqiu raised his eyes, his eyes fluttered, could he hold hands with his sister so soon?

Happiness came too suddenly, she slowly stretched out her hand while being distracted.

Before he could hold hands with someone, Yu Qingling had actively grabbed his wrist through the long-sleeved shirt.

There is no doubt that the imagined holding hands did not materialize.

Bei Qiuqiu was dragged up to the second floor by Yu Qingling.

They've all been here for so long, and the fat man hasn't shown up yet, making them feel mysterious.

Then you can only take the initiative.

After searching around, there was no one in the villa.

When they returned to the hall on the first floor of the villa, a maid arrived at some unknown time and stood in the middle of the hall with two cups of tea. After seeing the two people coming down the stairs, she put down the two cups of tea.

Yu Qingling asked her bluntly, "Where's the fat man surnamed Feng?"

The maid didn't mind her impoliteness at all, and said with a smile: "Mr. Feng has something to do, so he can't come to see the two ladies. Are the two ladies Mr. Feng's guests? Please rest for a while, the husband should be back in a while."

The words fell, and quietly exited.

Bei Qiuqiu has developed the habit of not eating anything of unknown origin since his previous life, and he didn't even look at the tea on the table.

It was Yu Qingling who dragged her over, picked up the teacup and inspected it carefully.

The teacup is painted with lifelike dancers and beautiful intricate patterns, which looks very delicate.

She lifted the lid of the cup, sniffed it lightly, then frowned, sniffed it carefully again, and concluded, "There is something added in it."

Beiqiu Qiumei's heart skipped a beat, "What did you add?"

Yu Qingling shook her head, "I don't know, the smell is very weak, I almost didn't smell it."

Although I don't know what is added to the tea, but I think there are only a few effects.

Bei Qiuqiu greeted the system and the author of the original text from the bottom of his heart. In order to abuse himself, he never let himself feel better, and tried every means to set a trap for himself.

With a thought, she looked around carefully.

Relying on past experience, he quickly found the camera in a hidden corner.

There is a possibility: Feng Yuanhua has not shown up, but is actually hiding behind the camera watching their every move, waiting for them to drink tea.

If they kept refusing to touch the tea, Feng Yuanhua would definitely have another way to deal with them.

It's better to pretend to drink tea, pretend to be tricked, and lure people out.

Bei Qiuqiu looked at Yu Qingling, it must be the first time for such an exiled beauty to encounter such a disgusting scheme, she was full of apologies, just in time to see Yu Qingling winking at her.

There was no verbal communication, but the two had the same idea tacitly.

Pretend to drink tea.

Then, Bei Qiuqiu saw Yu Qingling pick up the teacup again and approach her red lips.

Her movements were quick and elegant, and she took a sip of her tea with an indescribable air.

If it wasn't for the close distance, it could be clearly seen from this angle that her lips didn't even touch the wall of the cup, Bei Qiuqiu would think that she really drank the tea with added ingredients.

The acting skills are awesome, are you self-taught?

Bei Qiuqiu was in a daze, until Yu Qingling winked at her again, and then realized that it was his turn.

She took the teacup from Yu Qingling's hand, half-opened the lid imitatively, blew lightly, and lowered her head to take a sip.

Only then did Yu Qingling realize that Bei Qiuqiu was holding his own cup.

The astonishment was only fleeting, and then it occurred to them that their lips hadn't actually touched the cup, so it wasn't hers.

Moreover, Bei Qiuqiu must have been nervous for a while and made such a small mistake.