Nyoi-Bo Studio

  Nyoi-Bo Studio

  Su Jin’s smile lacked warmth but was also evil. If they insisted on making a move, no one should blame her when she stuck her most poisonous needles into their bodies.

  Yu Haiyang’s lips twitched at her arrogance. He shouldn’t have believed in her. Oh, great. She might end up worse than he would.

  The men scowled at Su Jin, thinking she was insane. Pity—her good looks couldn’t at all compensate for her intelligence. She was a total moron.

  “That’s enough talking. Let’s finish what we came for—cut off all limbs and get rolling before the cops come back.”


  One of the cowardly men asked, voice shaking, “Isn’t this a little too brutal? Our superiors told us to only severe his tendons.”


  The man in lead swung his palm, slapping the back of the timid guy’s head. “F*ck. It’s all that crazy *ss woman’s fault. Get to work now, people. Don’t forget the lunatic. Chop chop.”


  All the thugs held up their daggers, aiming at Yu Haiyang’s limbs. They would swing down simultaneously to finish the job in one slash.

  Yu Haiyang stared with his eyes wide-open, and he laughed almost self-deprecatingly. His life flashed before his eyes—this was it. Resigning to fate, he closed his eyes.

  Instantly, he heard sharp metal clanging sounds mixed with moaning and crying. The daggers never landed on his skin and flesh. Curious, he opened his eyes and was left mouth agape.

  As if someone struck them hard, the helmet-wearing men had all collapsed to the ground, rolling in agony.

  Yu Haiyang sat up, his words blurting out in all curiousness, “What’s going on? Why are they on the ground?” Impossible they’d all caught some peculiar sickness at the same time—even if they did, they wouldn’t be rolling and wailing on the floor.

  Leaning against the bike, the smirking Su Jin voiced using text-to-speech, “You see that, nephew? I didn’t let you down, did I? I told you I’d save you. It was worth calling me aunt, wasn’t it?”


  He gaped at her in disbelief. “Why did they all fall to the ground? Why are they in so much pain? Is this your doing?” Who are you? How did you kick their *sses? He never asked the last two questions out loud.

  She shot cold glances at the thugs before returning to him. She mouthed the words, “Satisfied, dear nephew?”


  He held up his thumb, eyes full of admiration. He was beyond pleased, of course. “That’s my most awesome Aunt Jin—knocking out so many men in one single blow.”


  Su Jin swooned with delight. “We shall have a feast tonight, dear nephew.”


  Realizing how she kept calling him her nephew, he was suddenly embarrassed. He scratched the back of his head and added, “Not only are you pretty, but you’re also cool. Since we’re the same age, calling you aunt will only make you seem old. I’ll call you Su instead.” They were classmates, both not over twenty—they were still kids. No way he’d call her his aunt.

  While his mind wandering elsewhere, Yu Haiyang took a quick peek at Su Jin, studying her face. Seeing her sharp features, which were stunningly beautiful, his heart skipped a beat. Oh, no. He might have caught feelings.

  Su Jin came closer to him, noticing how he was zoning out. She quickly typed, “Why are you on the ground? Get up.”


  When she held out her hand, his heart thumped even wilder, and his cheeks immediately blushed red—the goddess had offered him her hand.

  As he was spacing out while staring at her palm again, impatience fleeted across her face. She typed, “Get up. Stop sitting.”


  Coy and embarrassed, he stood up while holding her hand. The blush on his face was now a redder shade. Since he’d grabbed her hand, his heart was now hers. Eyes full of adoration, he whispered, “From now on, you’re my goddess. My only goddess.”


  There was a teasing hint in her smile. She typed in her text-to-speech, “So I’m the goddess now instead of the mute girl?”