The Pretty Drama Queen in Infinite Horror - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I’m getting a bit tired. I’m begging for tutorials on everything-Pangu shutting the sky and closing the earth, Houyi shooting down all the suns, Jingwei filling the ocean, Nüwa poking the sky full of holes, and Yu the Great opening the floodgates.

Didn’t Guan Shao do anything wrong?!

He’s clearly a Boss. Why is he serving me?

My fingers touched Guan Shao’s face, and I apologized gently:

“Sorry, husband. I was wrong. I’ll be good from now on, and I’ll never force you to wash my feet again.”

Guan Shao snorted coldly and looked at me warily:

“I don’t see any ‘good.’ There’s still your handprint on my face, and it still hurts.”

That was from the slap I gave him before the footbath.

It was his own fault for not being sensible.

After serving me snacks, it was time for my daily footbath.

But he took forever to bring the footbath water; he wouldn’t move until I slapped him.

I even suspected he was McDonald’s.

He said his face hurt. In the past, I would have clung to him and coaxed him playfully:

“A kiss will make it stop hurting.”

Now, do I dare?!

I could only force a silly smile and play dumb:

“I won’t dare do it again. Husband, please forgive me.”

I had no idea what about that displeased Guan Shao.

He stood up abruptly, towering over me with his nearly 1.9-meter height, radiating intimidation.

“I said my face still hurts.”

I heard you. I was wrong. I already hit you-what do you want me to do?

I said meekly:

“I really promise there won’t be a next time.”

Guan Shao pressed his thin lips together, hesitant to speak. When he finally did, his voice was filled with obvious dissatisfaction:

“You’re getting more and more outrageous! You won’t even give me a kiss after a slap anymore?”

“Even though I don’t particularly want you to kiss me, since you promised, you can’t go back on your word.”

“Yes. Just now, I rubbed your feet for a bit longer. But if you wanted to slap me, I didn’t even dodge. You chose not to slap me, so why are you being so sarcastic now!”

I really wasn’t being sarcastic!

Is my High-Maintenance Beauty persona really that deeply ingrained?

So tired. It feels like my husband drained my blood to save his mistress.

[Lag? How did the High-Maintenance Beauty make the Boss angry again?]

[Guan Shao’s gaze is so cold; it feels like he’s about to kill someone any second.]

[All the reckless behavior before was one thing, but now he’s breaking promises-who can tolerate that?]

[Count how many slaps he gave the Boss-that’s how many times he gets cut.]

[Alright, just die already. I’m in a hurry to see the next batch.]

So Guan Shao had been this overtly fierce in his speech all along, and I actually thought he was just an NPC in a Murder Mystery Game and didn’t take it seriously.

Clearly, he’s completely fed up with me. My days are numbered!

I blinked back tears and looked at him pitifully:

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have kissed you so casually. Could you please not be mean to me?”

Seeing how scared I was of him, Guan Shao’s expression grew darker.

With a cold snort, he went into the bathroom and came out with a pile of laundry.

My sharp eyes caught a flimsy piece of fabric in his hand that looked all too familiar.

The moment I realized what it was, my world collapsed!

I had actually always demanded that he hand-wash my panties!

I grabbed his hand and said obsequiously:

“Husband, my, ahem, panties-you don’t need to hand-wash them anymore…”

Guan Shao gritted his teeth, and his voice was so urgent it was almost hopping mad:

“Enough! So I ruined three pairs by scrubbing-how long are you going to keep suspecting me?”

“I told you I didn’t do anything else. They got ruined from friction while washing.”

“Do you think I’m the kind of person who would do something nasty with your panties?”

His reaction was way over the top.

If it were anyone else, it might have seemed like a guilty conscience.

But ever since I learned he’s the dungeon Boss, I realize how ridiculous my past suspicions were.

“Wash the clothes properly-don’t do anything weird with my stuff.”

“How did they get ruined again? Can’t you control yourself! Every time you wash them, one pair gets ruined-do I have any left to wear!”

All of the above were things I said.

Every word was a tease, implying he was doing bad things while washing my clothes.

But he’s the Boss-he could have any beauty he wanted. Suspicion like this was practically an insult to his character!

I forced a smile:

“I mean, you can use the washing machine. I can’t bear to see you so tired, husband.”

Terrified that the sight of my panties would remind him of my old gross remarks, I quickly changed the subject.

“Oh, husband, I noticed some water stains on the floor. Why don’t you go…”

(I was thinking: call the maid to clean it up, and just toss the panties in the small washing machine.)

Before I could finish, Guan Shao cut me off.

With a stony face and an impatient look:

“Don’t be so willful. I can’t obey you in everything.”

“Whether I want to wash your panties first or mop the floor first-that’s my decision.”

“I’m going to wash the clothes first, and I’ll mop the floor later.”

He stormed off with the laundry.

I buried my head in my hands and wept.

After all the terrible things I’ve done, no one believes me now.

At this point, I can’t help but wonder if all those old unforwarded chain messages from my QQ Space days are finally coming true.

No, I can’t give up. I leapt to my feet.

Guan Shao has tolerated me this long only because killing a player must require some trigger condition.

If I start changing and sucking up to him now, maybe he’ll spare my life.