Chapter 6: Why Is It You Again? (2/2)

I looked around. I had no time to think about that. I rushed into one of the rooms. I was thrown out straightway to the middle of the corridor.

Once again, my b.u.t.t kissed the ground like the goose landed on the sandy beach.

A pair of black boots came into view. Only my Tao Er liked this fancy style. It was said that it could highlight his status of a refined merchant. I said, bulls.h.i.+t! Even the gilded chamber pot cannot change its essence.

Yan Wu claimed I was not a grateful guy; he was right. Tao Er, the Chief of the Martial Underworld, the owner of Baihong Heights used to roam freely around the world with his sword, but now he became a merchant for supporting the family. Whose family he was raising? Yeah, mine.

“It’s you?” his voice slightly raised, which indicated he was surprised and annoyed.

“It’s not me!” I covered my face firmly and said.

“Not you?! Then who it is?” He sneered coldly.

“Anyone but me!” I buried my head without any guts. Then I was lifted up by the collar and was forced to look at his eyes.

If we both stood on the ground, then my head could only touch his chest. Well, I was like twenty centimeters off the ground now I guess.

I shook my feet, spreading an ingratiatory smile. He smiled back and his eyebrows were slightly raised, while his eyes were squinting to me dangerously.

Uh...

I smelled some danger. A thunderbolt struck my head again. (I was not good at metaphor...) I shook my body, mustering up my courage till the imposing spirit of a tiger generated within me. Controlling my breath to my Dan Tian (lower belly), I shouted at him with a cold voice, “Tao Er! I’m here to catch your adultery. But you hung out in the Pleasure-Boat without telling me.” I saw the flicker in his eyes. He looked at me with some amus.e.m.e.nt and just answered me in a protracted voice, “Really?”

“Catching the adultery on the act or bed? What did you find here?” He asked me.

I replied him seriously, ”Tao Er, you had the criminal motives and conditions. I was afraid that you can't resist the temptation and might be misguided, so I came here to persuade you to be a good man.”

He brought me closer, frowned and pushed me farther: ”Where have you been? There is a strange smell on you.”

I giggled, “The Man’s Smell.”

It was difficult for the person who didn’t witness the drama with me to understand my meaningful words. Even someone smart as Tao Er couldn’t figure out the strange twists and turns happened to me. So he just picked his eyebrows with a puzzled face, his gaze moving, making it hard for me to fathom what he was thinking.

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But insiders appeared soon, ”Tao Qing...”

The moment these two words were heard, I was thrown into the nearby wing-room. A strong man half-undressed saw me and wailed, ”Why is it you again?

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