Chapter 70 Do You Regret the Breakup?

Chapter 70: Do You Regret the Breakup?

"Wow…"

Exclamations of amazement rippled through the crowd.

Each couple was pulling out all the stops, showcasing their unique tactics.

One girl even boldly sat right on her fiancé's lap, giving him a fiery kiss.

His heartbeat chime rang incessantly, like an alarm clock.

Others resorted to tickling, determined to make their partner beg for mercy.

There were also those whispering secrets into ears, sending their partner's heart rate on a rollercoaster ride.

In contrast, the men seemed much more restrained.

Xie Muchen shot a helpless glance at his comrades who had already raised the white flag.

This was the very definition of a crushing defeat!

Fortunately, there was still Ling Jue.

He looked at his last hope with a sense of relief.

With that icy expression of his, Ling Jue surely wouldn't lose control of his heartbeat in front of everyone for his ex-girlfriend.

Hadn't he been adamant when refusing to play the game with Qin Shuyi, swearing they had broken up and severed ties?

Thinking this, he turned back reassured, only to come face-to-face with a magnified, beautiful visage.

Zhao Jinyu had somehow leaned in close, their poses suggesting a kiss that hadn't quite happened.

Xie Muchen's heart skipped a beat.

The chime sounded once more.

Zhao Jinyu sat back down with a smile.

"You lost."

She had made up for the points she'd lost.

Xie Muchen stared at her meaningfully, and Zhao Jinyu met his gaze without backing down an inch.

The two engaged fiancés were locking horns again.

Meanwhile, Ji Xiuhang had wandered over to the pair whose atmosphere starkly contrasted with the others, casually dropping a remark,

"I said no going easy, and slacking off isn't allowed either."

He tapped the timer on his hand. "One minute and forty seconds left. Make it count."

The two statues finally made eye contact. Qin Shuyi arched her willow-leaf brows slightly. "Since we're playing, shouldn't we show some sportsmanship?"

She didn't want Zhao Jinyu to lose.

The stalemate was broken. The chill on Ling Jue's face dissipated, revealing a hint of his former rakish, untamed nature.

His dark pupils gleamed with a defiant light, his posture practically daring her, "Go ahead, if you dare."

Qin Shuyi slowly reached out and grasped the hand that was bound to hers by the red string.

Ling Jue didn't refuse.

The long-lost feeling of their fingers intertwining sent a wave of nostalgia, transporting them back to the days of their intimacy, when they would unconsciously hold hands while walking. Ling Jue's heart clenched involuntarily, a pang of pain flashing through before it began to beat wildly.

His heart rate quickly surpassed the threshold.

Hearing the chime, Qin Shuyi's expression remained placid. She continued to gaze intently at his slender, well-defined hands, as if admiring a piece of art.

In sync with the chime, her fingertips began to gently, almost longingly, caress the back of his hand, the motion ambiguous and lingering.

Ling Jue's heart rose and fell with her subtle movements until it lost all rhythm.

He gripped her hand tightly, stopping her from moving further.

With his other hand, he began unbuttoning his shirt from the bottom, revealing glimpses of his firm abdominal muscles.

This was her favorite spot. She used to touch it for ages, tormenting him with a mix of pleasure and agony.

Back then, she would be so happy, her clear eyes shimmering with delight.

Qin Shuyi obediently let him guide her other hand through the gap in his clothing, letting her fingers explore within.

Their movements caused their chairs to slide much closer together. Ling Jue's legs now practically enveloped Qin Shuyi's, their bodies nearly touching, fabric brushing against fabric.

Unlike their previous averted gazes, they now looked directly at each other, their eyes locked, neither willing to yield.

They say eye contact is a form of invisible kissing. If so, they had probably kissed a thousand times by now.

Ling Jue's guess was right. Touching the familiar, perfect physique did indeed quicken Qin Shuyi's heartbeat a few notches.

Just a little bit more, and the chime would sound.

Ling Jue's brows relaxed in pleasure.

Could that man she met at the café the other day make her feel this good?

With that weakling's physique, he probably couldn't withstand two punches from him.

Having tasted something better, how could she possibly settle for that kind of garbage?

Dr. Chi Yu, being slandered from afar: ???

...

On the field, chimes rang out one after another, making it impossible to tell whose heart was racing.

Qin Shuyi suddenly used her fingernail to lightly scratch the skin beneath her touch.

Ling Jue's body tensed abruptly.

Molten lava seemed to swirl in the depths of his eyes.

Xie Muchen and Ji Xiuhang, who had been watching them closely, both wore expressions of utter exasperation.

Seriously, bro? You let her touch you to provoke her, and ended up getting turned on yourself?

Does he even realize that ever since Qin Shuyi took the initiative to get close and hold his hand, his heartbeat alarm hasn't stopped?!

Just in this short while, the data has shot into the red, triggering alerts.

So embarrassing. Just utterly humiliating.

Someone's ice-cold, aloof act toward his ex-girlfriend has totally fallen apart.

Seeing how the engaged couple, who were making out, got their heartbeats under control, while Ling Jue's just kept getting louder, Xie Muchen was already beyond caring.

Although the land in the western suburbs was meant as a wedding gift for Zhao Jinyu, and winning wasn't really the point tonight.

But to lose like *this* is just excessive.

What's the difference between Ling Jue's behavior and handing the win to the enemy on a silver platter?

Could he be any more pathetic?

In contrast, Qin Shuyi, aside from taking the initiative to hold his hand, hasn't pulled any big stunts.

The fish hooked itself.

The only time her heartbeat spiked was when Ling Jue let out that stifled groan.

It was a nice sound for someone who appreciates voices, but at the same time, she was worried he might actually embarrass himself.

Qin Shuyi tried to pull her hand back.

But it was held down by someone refusing to lose.

"Scared?"

Qin Shuyi arched an eyebrow, pressed down again with force, and lightly hooked her pinky finger.

Ling Jue hissed in a sharp breath, fumbling to get her hand out.

At the same time, the referee's whistle blew.

Ji Xiuhang couldn't even be bothered to calculate. "First round, Zhao Jinyu's side wins."

With a traitor in their ranks, the army was utterly routed.

...

In that short minute or so, Ling Jue broke out in a sweat.

He rebuttoned his shirt, playing it cool like nothing happened, his face a blank mask.

He ignored the glaring red data, looked away, and didn't look at Qin Shuyi either. "It's just a normal physiological reaction."

Qin Shuyi nodded slowly.

Ji Xiuhang scoffed coldly.

Faker!

Whose chime is louder than yours!

...

With the first round warming things up, the second round quickly began.

This round's rule was "yes or no."

Various questions would appear on the answer boards, and each partner would hold up their own sign.

If both answered "yes" or both answered "no," each would gain one point.

If one answered "yes" and the other "no," the one who answered "yes" got zero points, while the one who answered "no" gained two points.

The first round didn't go as planned, and Ling Jue wanted to make a comeback in the second round.

But soon, he realized this round was completely targeting him!

Faced with the first question, Ling Jue's face darkened.

Please tell him, whose couple's game asks this kind of question?!

He saw Ji Xiuhang tap the screen, and a line of large text popped up.

"After the breakup, did you ever regret it?"

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