Chapter 203: Xiao Wu Sets a Trap for Tang San

"Dad, I understand," Tang San's face flushed instantly, and the subtext of Tang Hao's words was basically that his area was small.

Being spoken to like that by his own father, he almost wished he could slip into a crack in the ground. At the same time, he truly regretted having installed a concealed weapon there, and thought to himself: "According to Dad, my area is small, and it's all because of the concealed weapon? Indeed, people of the Tang Sect generally are only allowed to carry concealed weapons for that part after reaching adulthood; I hadn't quite understood why before, but now it does make some sense."

Immediately after, Tang San fell into contemplation, "Dad's words about cultivating one's mind also have some merit; the Xuan Tian Treasure Record notes that to refine the Xuan Tian Technique to its highest level, one must reach the realm of unity of heaven and man, and that realm heavily tests one's state of mind."

"However, making me forget this humiliation is far from easy; Dad said that lacking one... has no impact, that's just to comfort me, how could it possibly have no impact?"

"Moreover, once people find out, I'll surely be mocked and looked down upon, and even Xiao Wu might leave me."

In Tang San's mind, a scene flashed: Xiao Wu looked at him with displeasure and said, "Third brother, you're far too useless; I haven't even had my fun and you're already done. I'm going to look for Yu Tianyun—he's so strong, he'll definitely satisfy me. Or Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun could barely manage."

"No, that won't happen; Xiao Wu won't leave me. The feeling between us cannot be replaced by carnal desire," Tang San hurriedly shook his head, yet terror hid in his eyes.

The silhouettes of Yu Tianyun, Dai Mubai, and Ma Hongjun successively floated in his mind, and a deep sense of inferiority welled up.

"All this is Yu Xiao Gang's fault; I hate him, I will never forget this humiliation," Tang San glanced at Yu Xiao Gang from the corner of his eye, roaring inside, yet he did not lose his reason again at that moment.

"Yu Tianyun is Yu Xiao Gang's nephew, which means Yu Xiao Gang is the son of the Lan Dian Ba Wang Sect sect master. The reason Dad favors Yu Xiao Gang may be because he fears his status, or there are other motives; that's why he doesn't want to fall out with him. It should be just like that—otherwise Dad wouldn't protect him so much."

"Hmph, a gentleman's revenge need not be rushed; when I become a Title Douluo and affix Soul Rings to the Haotian Hammer martial soul, then, not to mention the Lan Dian Ba Wang Sect, even the entire Douluo Continent will crawl beneath my feet trembling."

"Yu Xiao Gang, considering the eight years you taught me, I won't kill you, but you must pay a price; you caused me to lose one, so I'll let you lose two."

"Alas, I'm truly merciful; according to the standards in the Xuan Tian Treasure Record, I should have killed you, but never mind—let's treat it as a final punctuation to our master‑disciple bond."

"However, before that, I will still regard you as the most respected teacher..."

At that moment, a coquettish voice came from outside the door, interrupting Tang San's reverie.

"Third brother, open the door quickly, it's Xiao Wu."

"Xiao Wu?" Tang San's heart tightened, a bit flustered, "Xiao Wu probably doesn't know about this, no—how long have I been unconscious? Perhaps Xiao Wu already knows."

Tang San did not respond immediately, but looked at Tang Hao and Yu Xiao Gang.

As if knowing what Tang San was thinking, Tang Hao said softly, "Don't worry, Xiao Wu knows nothing."

Hearing that, Tang San immediately let out a breath, then shouted toward the door, "Xiao Wu, come in."

Creak, the wooden door opened, and only Xiao Wu walked in; Fland did not follow.

If one looks closely, one can see a faint, still-unfaded layer on Xiao Wu's face, but Tang San, feeling guilty, dared not examine Xiao Wu closely, merely lowering his head slightly.

Tang Hao and Yu Xiao Gang exchanged a glance, silently left the room, leaving the space to Tang San and Xiao Wu. Since Fland didn't follow, they had already seen that Xiao Wu had been successfully persuaded by Fland.

"Xiao Wu, why are you here?" Tang San's gaze evaded, asking with a hint of insecurity.

Xiao Wu suppressed her shyness, displayed a coquettish smile, and said, "Third brother, aren't I worried about you? So, as soon as I woke up I came to find you."

"Oh..." Tang San was a bit embarrassed, not knowing what to say; his mind was chaotic, fearing Xiao Wu would notice his oddness.

For a moment, the two were speechless, and the room's atmosphere felt odd.

Eventually Xiao Wu broke the silence, saying, "Third brother, can you help me comb my hair? My hair is a bit messy."

Tang San was startled, only then noticing that Xiao Wu's scorpion braid, which once reached her calves, had become a loose hair down to below the waist.

Tang San felt a pang of pain, recalled yesterday's arena scene, then with resolute expression looked at Xiao Wu and said, "Xiao Wu, rest assured, I will definitely avenge you; I will make Zhu Zhuyun and everyone at Lan Ba Academy pay the price."

Xiao Wu stuck out her tongue and said, "Third brother, you're really kind to me; I believe you can do it. But let's not think about those unpleasant things now; help me comb my hair."

While speaking, Xiao Wu took a comb from her bosom and handed it to Tang San.

It was a deep purple wooden comb, seemingly rosewood, emitting a faint woody scent, though its design was rather ordinary.

At first glance Tang San saw nothing special, but upon closer inspection he was surprised; with the vision honed by years of training the Purple Extreme Demon Eye, he still couldn't find any flaw.

Tang San couldn't help but say, "Xiao Wu, this comb looks quite valuable!"

Tang San knew Xiao Wu's nature; she could never save money, so how could she afford such a comb?

Xiao Wu nodded, a hint of sorrow in her eyes, and said, "This was given to me by my mother; she made it herself, carved from the finest sandalwood rosewood. Though it has no decorations, it's the last thing my mother left me."

Although the two had shared a bed for six years, Tang San had never heard Xiao Wu mention her family. Now, hearing her speak of her mother, Tang San couldn't help recalling his own mother he had never seen, and felt sorrow.

Suddenly, Tang San felt his heartbeat miss a beat; from Xiao Wu's captivating eyes, he clearly saw an added sparkle.

Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating Xiao Wu's black waterfall-like long hair; Tang San's gaze became entranced, the golden light seemed to frame Xiao Wu, like a beautiful painting unfolding before his eyes, with Xiao Wu as its centerpiece.

"Xiao Wu, you are truly beautiful," Tang San blurted.

Xiao Wu smiled sweetly, turned her back to Tang San, tears silently sliding from her eyes as she thought of her mother.

"Third brother, help me comb my hair," Xiao Wu said softly, her voice carrying a slight tremor, also a hint of fear and anticipation, waiting quietly.

Only then did Tang San realize, moving gently toward Xiao Wu, as if afraid to disturb the beautiful sight before him.

Tang San's left hand gently lifted the hair still warm with Xiao Wu's body heat, his right hand tightly holding the rosewood comb, gently combing her enchanting strands.

While Tang San combed Xiao Wu's long hair, Xiao Wu's mind kept recalling the moments when her mother gave her that wooden comb.

"Mom, do you know? I've already found a man I can entrust my whole life to," Xiao Wu whispered to herself, a faint smile on her tearful face, her gaze through the window toward the white clouds, where she seemed to see a cloud resembling a big white rabbit smiling at her.

Time passed slowly, Tang San combed Xiao Wu's already smooth long hair even smoother, then reluctantly released his hand, saying, "Xiao Wu, it's done."

Xiao Wu stopped thinking; she hadn't forgotten Fland's request, turned her head and threw herself into Tang San's arms, hugging him tightly, her face flushed, resting on his shoulder, her heart beating faster than ever. Tang San also blushed, his hands at a loss; though they'd shared a bed for six years, he remained 'pure and chaste', having done nothing improper.

Feeling the soft touch on his body and the fragrant scent drifting into his nose, the barely surviving Xiao Xiao San immediately perked up as if injected with adrenaline.

At once, Tang San's face reddened further, he dared not move rashly, fearing to attract Xiao Wu's attention.

But whether it was because Yu Xiao Gang gave him pants that were too tight, or because he's short, logically Xiao Wu had already touched that spot, yet she still held him so quietly without any reaction.

It seemed a minute passed, or perhaps less; while Xiao Wu was pondering how to speak, she suddenly felt the Tang San she was holding shudder all over.

Xiao Wu thought Tang San was just recovering from a serious illness, his injuries not fully healed, so she immediately sat up, placed both hands on his shoulders, looked into his eyes, and asked worriedly, "Third brother, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"No... nothing, just a bit thirsty," Tang San, not daring to look into Xiao Wu's eyes, scratched his head and said.

"Really?" Xiao Wu looked at Tang San with some doubt.

"Really, Xiao Wu, go get me a cup of water," Tang San's expression steadied, staring at Xiao Wu.

"Oh~"

Xiao Wu got down from Tang San and walked toward the table where the teapot was placed.

At the same time, Tang San lowered his head, checked his pants, found no trace, and instantly breathed a sigh of relief.

However, feeling the sticky, warm sensation inside, his expression became a bit unnatural, and he muttered to himself, "I'm just too excited; it can't be because I'm incapable. Father said my injury won't affect anything. How could Title Douluo be lying?"

At that moment, Xiao Wu came over carrying a teacup and handed it to Tang San.

Watching Tang San drink, Xiao Wu said, "Brother San, do you know the significance of using this comb to comb my hair?"

Tang San shook his head and continued drinking.

Xiao Wu said shyly, "Brother San, my mother once said that a woman's hair, in her whole life, can be combed by only one man…"

"Xiao Wu!" Tang San looked at her in surprise; though he didn't know why she brought it up, he understood her meaning.

"Brother San, listen to me first," Xiao Wu looked earnestly at Tang San and said, "Brother San, will you be my boyfriend?"

Tang San felt as if struck by electricity, his whole body trembling; he couldn't help recalling the moments of the past eight years with Xiao Wu. Though Xiao Wu was his sister in name, he had already, unknowingly, fallen in love with her.

After a moment, Tang San's gaze hardened, "Xiao Wu, I accept!"

Hearing this, Xiao Wu instantly threw herself into Tang San's arms, hugging him tightly.

This time, Tang San's hands, no longer idle, responded and tightly wrapped around Xiao Wu's waist.

Tang San felt a warm heat on his shoulder; Xiao Wu was sobbing, but this time her tears were not of sorrow, but of happiness.

After a long while,

Xiao Wu straightened up from Tang San's embrace, eyes fixed on him, cheeks flushed like a ripe crimson fruit.

Xiao Wu whispered, "Brother San, you have taken me, let us become one and never be apart."

Looking at the delicate Xiao Wu before him, Tang San couldn't help swallowing, realizing he had never touched a woman in two lifetimes.

Now seeing Xiao Wu's stunning beauty, ready for anyone to pluck, Tang San couldn't claim he wasn't moved; that would be a lie.

But he…

But he truly is willing but powerless!

Because his little third had just felt dizzy and vomited, now lying on that warm water bed to rest.

So, although his heart now flutters a little, the impact on his mood is like a tiny ripple from a small boat on the sea.

Of course, Tang San would never state the reason directly; his mind raced, and he quickly formulated a response.

Tang San, with a resolute expression, said, "Xiao Wu, now is not the time. I will wait until we are married to unite. Then, in front of our elders, I will make you the happiest woman on the continent. Xiao Wu, will you wait?"

As expected, hearing this, Xiao Wu's eyes, no longer moist, instantly became sparkling again.

Xiao Wu again clutched Tang San tightly, leaning on his shoulder and sobbing, "Brother San, I will wait."

Indeed, life is like a play, all depends on acting!

It turns out Fland's plan was a failure.

Fortunately, Fland still has a Plan B!

Although Xiao Wu is love‑driven, she hasn't completely forgotten Fland's request, as it concerns her and her third brother's sexual happiness; if her third brother loses confidence, the already mediocre little third would become even more listless.

Xiao Wu sobbed for a while, unusually leaning gently at Tang San's ear and said, "Brother San, I know you love me, but you are still in the prime of youth. If you truly can't resist, you must tell me; you needn't worry— even if it's not at marriage, I will still be the happiest woman."

"No, Xiao Wu, that would be unfair to you," Tang San said firmly.

Xiao Wu was somewhat annoyed by Tang San's stubbornness; though moved, she wondered how she could fulfill Fland's mission.

It seemed she had to go all out! Xiao Wu felt a surge of grievance, yet became resolute.

"Brother San, if you truly insist on uniting only at marriage, then before that you could, like Dai Laoda and Pang Zi, seek other women to satisfy your physical needs."

(End of chapter)