Boyfriend is Hard to Handle ep9
For the next two weeks, the bitch completely changed.
Every morning when she came to school, she wore light makeup, her pink lip gloss shinier than before, and her hair curled with extra care every day. She used to sit in her seat scrolling on her phone, complaining about this and that, but now she often secretly smiled at her phone alone, and would suddenly space out, her eyes drifting out the window, as if thinking about something sweet.
Sitting behind her, I saw all of this clearly, feeling incredibly satisfied.
Every night, my boyfriend lay in bed with me, scrolling on his phone while live-streaming the situation to me. He showed me screenshots of their chats, especially circling the bitch's explicit words.
"She calls me 'brother' now," my boyfriend said with a smile, swiping his finger across the screen. "She also said she hates those childish girls in class the most, especially that one who 'thinks she's pretty and loves to pretend.'"
He deliberately glanced at me. I burst out laughing and pinched him.
"Keep flirting with her, make her completely addicted."
My boyfriend was really good at it. He no longer just sent photos of fancy restaurants and trips, but started playing the emotional card. He said he had been through a tiring relationship before and now just wanted to find a "sincere and sensible" girl. The bitch took the bait immediately, comforting him frantically and sending a bunch of messages like "I won't let you down" and "I'm different from those girls."
She even started sending her own photos to my boyfriend—not the cute selfies, but ones deliberately taken from low angles, showing a lot of collarbone and legs.
Looking at those photos, I sneered: "This bitch usually pretends to be pure in class, but she's so good at sending these behind the scenes."
My boyfriend patted my head: "Want me to ask her out again? This time... let her look forward to it a bit more."
I nodded.