Hanmo

Blurb:

A gentle breeze stirs, shadows play; green bamboo greets the wind as flowing waters turn.

The vast, distant river stretches to the horizon, its jade waters beneath an ink-dark sky reflected in a tranquil lake.

A figure in blue roams the martial world, with a breeze and a kindred heart at their side.

A slant of sunset, a pot of wine; come with me, carefree and unrestrained.

Excerpt:

A carriage, lavishly decorated on the outside with fine, colorful silk, had a huge hole smashed into its roof. The torn silk still fluttered gently in the wind, and bits of wood were scattered around. All in all, it looked a little absurd.

The coachman was already frozen in terror. Neither horse had run off; both kept turning around to nod at Han Mo, who was baring his teeth at them.

And the person who had broken Han Mo's fall could only be called a beauty. Why else would he dress in such an outrageously flamboyant way? That was Han Mo's first impression of Shen Yangshu.

Han Mo's voice still hadn't recovered, so he could only prop himself up with difficulty and slowly climb off the person underneath him. (Poor fellow...)

Thank goodness he had landed here, with someone to cushion his fall. Otherwise, he'd have been bedridden for a year or two before he could even think about getting back up. Han Mo thought to himself.

Han Mo looked at the unlucky beauty in front of him, dressed in bright colors and saving him from a year or two in bed by breaking his fall. If his voice had recovered, he definitely would have laughed. But his voice still hadn't come back (the main reason), and besides, the man had just “risked his life to save him” (when in fact Han Mo had landed on him), so Han Mo couldn't bring himself to laugh aloud.

“Are you sure I have to wear this?” Han Mo pinched the bright red evening gown Shen Qing had brought over between his thumb and forefinger, as if it were something disgusting, his face full of doubt.

“What's wrong with it? You'd make a stunning entrance.” Shen Qing folded his arms and grinned wickedly.

“Right, I'd make a stunning entrance, and then all your female friends and whatever other confidantes you have would see me as their sworn enemy. You'd get to enjoy yourself in peace, wouldn't you?” Han Mo said, holding back his anger. “Stunning,” indeed! In an outfit like that, there'd be no way to avoid drawing attention!

“Heh... No one knows me better than you, Han Mo!” Shen Qing's scheme was laid out loud and clear.

“Believe it or not, I can make you every man's number-one enemy,” Han Mo suddenly said with a wicked grin of his own.

Shen Yangshu grabbed Han Mo and pulled hard. Han Mo hadn't expected him to pull that trick, and lost his balance, falling straight into Shen Yangshu's arms. It was as if they'd planned it: two mouths, four lips, pressed together.

Han Mo was dumbstruck, and Shen Yangshu was stunned. They held that pose for at least thirty seconds before springing apart like matching magnetic poles.

Han Mo's face darkened. Shen Yangshu turned pale.

If this story isn't for you, please skip it.

I've finally finished revising the story! Xiaofeng would like to thank Weixun, Zhuzi, and my other friends for helping me edit it. Thank you all!

And thanks to Xiaoning for making Xiaofeng's cover, and to my dear Zuozuo. Thank you

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