My Wife, The Ice Queen President

Chapter 81: Beautiful Assassin_1
“Tsk, I’ve seen plenty of assassins, but I’ve never come across a female one, and she seems to look quite decent.”

Ye Xiong’s gaze landed on the female assassin’s face, noticing her delicate features, willow-shaped eyebrows, and almond-shaped eyes, the slightly parted rosy lips due to excitement sparked a thought: those lips, if trained, would surely be skilled.

Could those eyelashes be fake?

Ye Xiong noticed the female assassin’s exceptionally long lashes that curled slightly, making her eyes appear especially large and captivating, with a bewitching charm within them.

He couldn’t resist reaching out to tug at her eyelashes, pulling several times but failing to remove them.

“So they’re real.” Ye Xiong found it quite amusing.

Angel was speechless. From her first day as an assassin, she had been prepared for death, like now, where she had closed her eyes, ready to face the impending doom, unaware that she would encounter such a character.

The moment she had received Ye Xiong’s photo, she sensed something unusual about the man, yet couldn’t pinpoint it; it was merely a guess.

Now, she finally understood what made this man unusual; he was a shameless scoundrel.

“Just kill me. No matter how you torture me, you can’t expect to extract a single word from my mouth,” Angel declared, holding her head high.

“Kill you, how could I?” Ye Xiong widened his eyes in disbelief. “A woman as beautiful as you, killing her would send me to hell.”

Angel breathed a sigh of relief. Hearing his tone, it seemed he didn’t really want to kill her. That meant there was still a glimmer of hope for her.

“A man as affectionate as I am naturally cannot bring himself to do such a thing, but if I just let you go, what would I do the next time you come to kill me, not knowing if I could defend myself?”

Ye Xiong stroked his chin, thinking, and then suddenly slapped his forehead: “I’ve got it. We’ll have a romantic tryst, and then I’ll be as close to you as your own skin, your husband. That way, you won’t bear to kill me.”

Thinking it, he began to strip the clothes off the female assassin.

“You are shameless. Even in death, I will not let myself be desecrated by you,” Angel screamed.

In her life, she had never seen a man as deranged and hysterical as this one, who, while clearly intending to rape her, made it sound honorable with talk of romance, intimacy, and husband. In the end, it all came down to this bastard’s lustful desires.

She felt a tear slip down her cheek, readying herself to firmly bite off her own tongue to commit suicide, when suddenly, a piece of rag was stuffed into her mouth, preventing her from biting her tongue.

“Think dying is that easy?”

Ye Xiong pulled over a vine from beside him and tied Angel to a tree. He took out a dagger, pried open a button at her neckline, revealing a hint of her fair skin. Only then did he smile and say.

“Next, I’ll ask you ten questions. If you can’t answer, or I’m not satisfied with the answer, I’ll make a cut until you have no clothes left. Now, the first question, am I handsome?”

Angel, with her eyes closed, was prepared to remain silent until death, but she never imagined the other party would ask such a stupid question, which made her burst out shouting involuntarily.

“Pfft, if you are handsome, then all the men in the world must have died out,” Angel cursed.

“Speaking nonsense with your eyes wide open.” Ye Xiong was dissatisfied.

With a light flick of the knife, the second button was cut, revealing her bra.

“Second question, I am very handsome, right?” Ye Xiong continued to ask.

Angel rolled her eyes. As an assassin for so many years, she had seen all sorts of odd men, but never one as peculiar as this.

Could he be even more shameless?

“Silence is consent. I appreciate your honesty,” Ye Xiong nodded, satisfied.

Angel rolled her eyes again. When you encounter a shameless man, what else can you do but stay silent?

“Third question, do you think you’re beautiful?” Ye Xiong suddenly asked.

Angel continued her silence. What a joke, I’m the number one beauty in the Assassin Organization. If I’m not beautiful, which woman would dare not to be?

Silence represents agreement; naturally, she remained silent.

“Not talking means not cooperating.”

Ye Xiong flicked the tip of his knife and popped off her third button.

Ye Xiong swallowed hard. He hadn’t expected this girl to hide her lights under a bushel, also quite well-endowed.

“You’re despicable. You don’t keep your word. You just said that silence represents agreement. Why are you going back on your word now?” Angel angrily said.

“How am I supposed to know whether you’re agreeing you’re beautiful or not beautiful?”

“Then when you asked me earlier if you’re handsome, how do you know I’m agreeing that you’re handsome and not that you’re not handsome?” Angel retorted.

“You little girl, got your ears on your butt? My second question was: I’m very handsome, right? Your silence naturally means you agree that I’m very handsome. But the third question is, do you think you are beautiful? For that question, you either answer beautiful or not beautiful. Your silence doesn’t count for anything, you agreed to nothing,” Ye Xiong said very seriously.

Angel was dizzy from his twisting words. However, listening to him, it seemed that there really was such a thing.

This guy was clearly playing word games with her.

“Listen carefully, fourth question, do you think you’re beautiful or not?” Ye Xiong continued to ask.

Angel pursed her lips and unwillingly replied, “Of course, beautiful.” Anyway, admitting she’s beautiful doesn’t put her at a disadvantage. This guy said he’d let her go if she answered his ten questions. That’s four down, just six to go.

“Correct answer, you are indeed beautiful,” Ye Xiong nodded.

“Fifth question, what are your measurements?”

Angel nearly collapsed. The questions this guy asked should be what her name is, which organization she belongs to, who sent her to kill him, how many people were sent to come after him—all of these important questions. Why were all his questions so indecent?

“85, 61, 84,” Angel replied.

“According to my eye-measurement, you’re not lying. So the sixth question is, what is your name?”

Finally, he’s asking a serious question. So next, he should be asking who sent her over, that kind of thing.

“Dream on, I won’t tell you,” Angel coldly said.

Ye Xiong flicked the tip of his knife, popping off her last button.

“Seventh question, what’s your name?” Ye Xiong asked again.

Angel remained silent, determined not to reveal her identity.

Ye Xiong once again flicked his knife, removing Angel’s belt. Now, he was starting on her lower half.

“It seems you quite enjoy exposing yourself. No wonder, with such a fine body, it’s meant to be seen by men,” Ye Xiong said with a sneer, proceeding to the eighth question.

“Eighth question, what’s your name?” Ye Xiong continued.

“Ye Ying,” Angel gave a random name.

Ye Xiong flicked his knife and her belt came off, causing Angel’s entire pair of pants to fall down.

“To have such a body and not be a model is a waste. With a figure like that, you could do anything, but instead, you choose to be an assassin. You’ve really got screws loose,” Ye Xiong said appreciatively, yet scolded her.