Uncle, You Mustn't!

At their first meeting, he was as handsome as a jade tree, aloof and proud, like a god. She had risen from the dead after narrowly escaping death, lowly as mud.

He looked down on everyone as he trampled her into a muddy pit. "The person you saved is someone I wanted dead. You saved him, and that doesn't make me very happy, does it, Your Highness..."

To save her own skin, she tried every trick in the book, even resorting to seduction!

She wasn't bragging, but with a face like hers... She had barely pressed close when he snapped, "Get lost!" and swept her away with a swift kick. Just like that, they became enemies!

When they met again, he leaned over her with a gentle smile. "Girls shouldn't always be playing with swords. It's not very nice, and it shows no understanding of romance..."

She scoffed. "Then what should a girl do to show she's romantic?"

He crooked a finger, then swiftly stripped her clothes off. "Well, a girl should do this to be romantic. Come, let me help you..."

"Get lost!"

"Don't rush. I'll leave once I'm done undressing you..."