Mu Qiu, who didn't yield to violence, finally surrendered to Cheng Zhirang's gentle approach, obediently got up, took a sticker, and hand it to Cheng Zhirang.
The live chat was flooded with comments mirroring her internal struggle.
[Whoa, she gave in with just one sentence?!]
[If it were me, not just one or two, I'd hand them all over! My life belongs to Brother Cheng! Brother, take me!]
[With such a gentle tone asking for someone's life... Brother Cheng, you should meet a guy for a more intense competition]
[Ah, so gentle! This is way too gentle! Brother Cheng, be a bit more fierce!]
[Mu Qiu must've been torn. Give it? It's her life on the line. Don't give it? With such a gentle tone, how could she refuse?! So she had to give it]
[Ah, I'm dead! What a gentle man this is!]
[So agreed and seemingly negotiated, anyone would think he's making a trade]
[Brother Cheng looks so handsome in a suit, imagining that]
In the broad palm lies a tiny sticker, the contrast is quite stark.
