Wen Shutao was frail from illness. She was usually all smiles, but she felt nothing but deep loathing for Su Zhezhou.
Though he was the young master of the Mijing Pavilion, Su Zhezhou kept targeting her, a mere leader of the Fuyun Gang, again and again.
For instance, Su Zhezhou once broke into her bedroom and stole the thing she treasured most: a manual on lightness skills. Another time, with nothing better to do, he hung a headless puppet from the eaves, nearly wiping the smile off her face.
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Now, hoping to obtain a precious pill from the Medicine King to cure her illness, Wen Shutao followed his instructions and set out to kill the Ten Great Villains, only to “coincidentally” run into Su Zhezhou again.
She saw him standing with his back to her, wiping the dust from the long sword in his hand. Corpses lay scattered around him, and the ground ran red with blood.
Tsk. That certainly suited his vicious style.
Suddenly, Su Zhezhou flicked his fingers, and a dart grazed past her face.
Wen Shutao pressed her lips together.
Hmph! He missed. He's not all that!
But just then, Wen Shutao saw Su Zhezhou swing onto his horse and prepare to leave. He suddenly glanced back, one eyebrow raised, his dark eyes half-lidded and his lips curved as if in a smile.
Wen Shutao's mouth twitched.
What are you smiling at? Why not take a good look at yourself in a puddle?
After Su Zhezhou left, Wen Shutao discovered a poem on the dart. In her opinion, it was a terrible poem, positively brimming with provocation.
So although Wen Shutao kept her eyes bright and her lips curved in a smile, inwardly she was already seething.
Su Zhezhou, you're sinister, vicious, and utterly wicked. You're nothing but a despicable scoundrel!
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Later, in her eagerness to pursue the villains, Wen Shutao accidentally fell into a frigid trap they had laid. She shivered violently in the cold.
Just then, Su Zhezhou came striding toward her, a bloodstained sword in his hand.
Wen Shutao trembled, and only one thought remained in her mind:
It's over! This vicious man is going to kill me today!
But what Wen Shutao hadn't expected was that the usually ruthless Su Zhezhou wouldn't take her life. Instead, his ears flushed red as he pulled her into his arms without a moment's hesitation. His voice was low and amused:
"Do you remember the acrostic poem I wrote for you? Since you haven't turned me down, I'll take that as a yes."
Without waiting for Wen Shutao to answer, Su Zhezhou reached around and held the back of her head, then pressed a passionate kiss to her lips.
Wen Shutao's eyes flew open. A blush spread across her face, and her thoughts churned like a tide.
Huh? What's going on? Why is the usually ruthless Su Zhezhou suddenly kissing me with his ears all red?
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A ruthless yet lovestruck young master of a sect × a frail, smiling leader of a gang
Core theme: Beauty is in the eye of the beholder~
