Chapter 3: Holy Saint Treasure 2 (1/2)

She was truly a blossoming, beautiful woman. Especially, the pair of “small white rabbits” were very tempting.

Feng Feiyun recalled the image and he felt a bit faint from how dazzling it was.

“Cough, cough, do you need me to take responsibility?”

Feng Feiyun paused for a second, and he then unpredictably asked these words.

Feng Feiyun did not truly want to possess her, but he wanted to be accountable for his actions. He knew that women were conservative and highly valued their purity. If he saw her whole body, he needed to be responsible for her.

However, if she did not want it, then he would not even touch her finger. This was his basic moral code.

This was the biggest difference between the old Feng(Wind) Feiyun and the new Feng(Phoenix) Feiyun. [1. Both Feng are identical when translated to English. However, they sound different in Chinese with an additional accent mark. One means wind and the other phoenix.]

“No need… no need…”

In the whole Spirit State City, no girl would dare to ask for Young Master Feng to take responsibility.

The girls that were ravaged by him in the past would have been considered fortunate if they weren’t sold to the brothel. They all avoided him, afraid that he would do it again. No one dared to ask for him to take responsibility.

Xiao Yuer lightly bit her lips and stared at Feng Feiyun. Her hand lightly rubbed the red handprint on her cheek; it still seemed to be sore.

This handprint was from Feng Feiyun; she was still very scared of him.

“Does it still hurt?”

Feng Feiyun asked softly.

“It hurts!”

Xiao Yuer didn’t dare to look into his eyes. She felt like the current Feng Feiyun was a completely different person. She had this feeling that he wouldn’t hit her again.

“Today… I’m truly sorry. In the future, if you have any problems, you can come to the Feng’s office to find me.” [2. Imperial Chinese call the big houses of important family “government office” because most big house owners were involved in the government.]

With that, Feng Feiyun walked away. The two servants naturally hurried to follow like two dogs following their master.

“He… He just left, he really just spared me like that…”

A while later, Xiao Yuer finally closed her tiny lips. She stared at Feng Feiyun’s shadow, and she felt something in her heart that was previously missing. Her fingers were toying with her hair, her feelings had not calmed down.

“Is young master ill now?”

Her heart couldn’t calm down; she believed that Young Master Feng would come back and abduct her again. She stood there for an hour before seeing that Feng Feiyun didn’t return. She sighed and then ran to take care of her grandfather.