Martial Uncle, Take It Easy

He is Young Master Yue, a benevolent man of great renown throughout the martial world: handsome and extraordinary, refined and elegant, fabulously wealthy without a trace of vulgarity, and generous with his kindness and compassion toward all living things. Everyone who has dealt with him praises him. She is the feared Rakshasa whose name resounds throughout the martial world. Though she belongs to the righteous path, she is always cozying up to demonic and evil outsiders. Her martial arts are superb, and she has few opponents. Everyone who passes by gives her a wide berth. He and she are fellow disciples. One is revered by all under heaven, while the other is secretly hated by all under heaven. She and he are the same age, yet they address each other as uncle and niece. On the surface, the niece is respectful and the uncle affectionate; underneath, each wishes nothing more than to eliminate the other. Once upon a time, Yue Lifeng thought the woman before him crude and vulgar, covered in the air of the streets. But why did watching her sweep every dish from the table before him with the force of a storm, without a trace of elegance, suddenly look so pleasing? She was practically a painting. "What are you looking at? Don't stare at me while I eat. If you want to act foolish, go somewhere else." Suddenly, she glared and barked, her gaze like a blade capable of instantly annihilating a thousand troops. "Slow down. No one is going to take it from you." He spoke softly, then obediently turned around to look elsewhere. His heart felt light, and even her vulgar language sounded to him like a melodious spring bubbling over polished stones. Every little moment of the past remained vivid in her mind. Chu Liangyin had not forgotten a single one. The man before her had an angel's face but concealed a devil's heart, rotten from head to toe. Yet why did he look more and more pleasing the longer she stared at him? "Hey, Yue Lifeng, let this old lady take another look at those watery eyes of yours." She leaped onto the writing desk, tossed away the book in his hands, and roughly held his face as she drew it close to hers. "If you like my eyes so much, why do you run away every night?" He took advantage of the moment to stand, every movement radiating boundless elegance. Leaning closer to her, he smiled with irresistible charm. She was somewhat entranced and had not yet spoken when he pressed her down. Whenever he found an opportunity to seize her, he never let it pass. One-on-one romance, powerful hero, powerful heroine, a formidable pair who are invincible throughout the world. A record of raising one's Junior Uncle: a darkly cunning nephew versus an audacious female Junior Uncle, one man and one woman for life, roaming the martial world, an unparalleled pair. Recommended: My friend Mu Qingqing's new book, The Ugly Consort of the Crippled Prince http://read.xxsy.net/info/414178.html