My Roommate is Worried that I Will Steal Her Boyfriend

I took Estelle and Libby to the hospital.

Libby made an outrageous request, asking for a full-body examination, from head to toe.

The cost of a complete set of examinations was nearly ten thousand dollars per person.

I said, "It's impossible."

Estelle couldn't speak, so Libby spoke on her behalf.

"You saw it just now. The counselor is protecting us."

"If we make a scene in front of her again, you may even be expelled."

"Think about it yourself."

They blackmailed me so openly.

I regretted not smashing Libby's mouth.

I approached her and stared indifferently into her eyes.

"Do you want to have a full-body check-up? Sure."

"I'll beat you up all over. Then you will have a physical check-up. Won't that be more cost-effective?"

"Do you dare?" Libby frowned.

I grabbed her collar and said, "Try it."

Fearing that I would slap her again, Libby was indeed scared.

She lowered her tone and said, "I was just joking with you. Why did you resort to violence? It seems you tend towards being violent."

I let go.

I took them for necessary check-ups.

I had a sense of measure when I hit them. They only suffered superficial injuries.

The medicine prescribed for them was not expensive, which I could afford.