Romance RPG

Original novel in Chinese by: 御 我 (Yu Wo)

Part Sixteen— translated by clrfction

“Yue Lan, why did you come out?” Bai Xue Chen asked, slightly flustered.

Such a beautiful woman. Ye Meng Ling looked at herself and couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. No! I can’t even compare myself to her…

“Is this the Yue Lan you told me about? She’s such a beauty.” Lin Jian Yin let out a deep sigh and couldn’t help but add, “How can two people wearing the same clothes produce such different effects?”

Oh no… Lin Jian Yin suddenly realized what he had just said. His eyes widened, but he did not dare to turn to look at Ye Meng Ling. Bai Xue Chen looked like he wanted to smash Lin Jian Yin’s stupid mouth with his beer mug.

Ye Meng Ling smiled lightly and waved it off. “It’s okay, really!”

Even though she said so, Lin Jian Yin could still read a trace of bitterness in her smile and saw how forced it was in her eyes. Ever impulsive and straightforward, this made his temper rise even more. “What’s with that awful smile? Makes people mad just from seeing it. Yell at me if you want to! Slap me if you want to! If even you don’t like the way you are, why don’t you do something to change it?!”

Continued

Romance RPG

Original novel in Chinese by: 御 我 (Yu Wo)

Part Fifteen—translated by Tentacles

The two dashed toward the parking lot. Lin Jian Yin spotted his red Ferrari instantly. After dragging Ye Meng Ling to his car, he casually stuffed her into the backseat like an object, and then jumped into the driver seat. The red Ferrari made a beautiful reverse swing and shot out like a rocket.

As Lin Jian Yin exhaled in relief, a faint voice drifted from the backseat, “Why did you drag me into your car? My car is still back in the parking lot.”

Lin Jian Yin glanced in the rear-view mirror. The woman in the back sat in a weird position. She was almost completely buried by the two enormous plastic bags on her lap, yet she held onto them tightly, looking worried.

Lin Jian Yin asked strangely, “Why are you holding them so tightly? It’s not like I’ll take them from you.”

Buried under the plastic bags, Ye Meng Ling answered with difficulty, “This is a Ferrari! A FERRARI! I put these plastic bags on the ground not too long ago. If I dirtied your Ferrari, not even selling myself would be enough to pay you back.”

Continued