Chapter 4: Even such a handsome husband, I can bring myself to strike him

Fine, fine, fine, you two are ganging up on me, right?

Xiong Da gritted his teeth, his cheeks puffing with rage, he yanked down the curtain and strode angrily toward Bao Jing on the bed, his strong arms lifting the prone Bao Jing up, snarling: "Today you must fight me!"

Bao Jing's face showed no ripple, but his hand at his side had already clenched into a fist.

He himself wasn't sure if his current condition could win a fight.

If they really fought, it was uncertain who would suffer loss.

Amid the cold, stiff tension, Ye Xi'an spoke again: "Let him go!"

Ye Xi'an was afraid of people, but in this situation she couldn't retreat; she could only keep a stern face, looking at him who was actually quite intimidating: "As a female, I order you, release my male. Otherwise I will report to the Main God System and deprive you of lifelong Contribution Points acquisition rights."

Say it, do it.

Ye Xi'an said, pointing her slender forefinger at her own brow, her gaze cold as she stared at Xiong Da.

After a female reaches adulthood, she can activate her mental power to link with the Main God System; whenever she wishes, she can instantly send her message to the Main God System, which is constantly monitored by the upper echelons of Zhu Shen Xing.

If Ye Xi'an really filed a report above, stripping Xiong Da of his lifelong Contribution Points acquisition rights, that would mean he couldn't go to the Main God System to take missions, nor could he work for others to earn Contribution Points.

It's no different from killing him.

Xiong Da's arm began to tremble, his gaze wandering as he looked at Bao Jing, then at Ye Xi'an.

Isn't their relationship usually stiff? He often came to cause trouble before, but the little female never said anything, even showing an appreciative expression when he bullied a few people; now how could it be like this?

Could it be that before, Ye Xi'an was just playing some poverty play with Bao Jing? Is he still part of that play?

Thinking that way, how could a female fall to such a state?

He gave an embarrassed laugh, pretending nothing had happened, and put Bao Jing back on the bed.

Eh, I was just joking with you. If there's nothing, then I'll—ah!

Bao Jing took advantage of Xiong Da's inattention, rose from his side and punched him, sending him flying.

He was full of anger, worrying about where to vent it; since Ye Xi'an today brought up female authority, it scared Xiong Da into not daring to act.

Then he should make good use of this right, repaying all the humiliation Xiong Da once inflicted.

Just after throwing that punch, he really had no strength left; the wound was still bleeding, his head felt dizzy, and the momentum of his swing caused him to topple toward the floor beside the bed.

Careful!

Ye Xi'an, quick-eyed and quick-handed, stepped forward and embraced Bao Jing's entire upper body; her warm temperature made his consciousness momentarily muddled.

Is this still the Ye Xi'an who only knows how to whip him?

Could it be that he's possessed by a ghost?

In the last second before losing consciousness, he thought: I hope Ye Xi'an is possessed by a ghost for life.

Hey, Bao Jing!

Bao Jing's head drooped into Ye Xi'an's neck crook, his soft hair naturally falling over his shoulders, like a well-behaved sleeping kitten.

But Ye Xi'an didn't want to move at all, because Bao Jing's mouth was pressed against her neck, the damp sensation making her dare not move.

She kept her body stiff, only her eyes and mouth able to move, she commanded the groaning Xiong Da lying on the ground: "You, come over."

Xiong Da dared not delay; he hurriedly rose and, like a fawning lapdog, bowed and nodded to Ye Xi'an: "Miss Female, what are your orders?"

Move him aside.

Eh, fine, fine, fine.

Waiting for Bao Jing to finally get off her, Ye Xi'an then breathed a sigh of relief, touching her damp neck, feeling somewhat annoyed.

This Bao Jing, she helped him, yet he took advantage.

Miss Female, any other orders?

Xiong Da grinned, showing no trace of the arrogance he had when he first arrived.

Ye Xi'an looked at the fainted Bao Jing, brushed his hair aside to reveal his perfect male visage.

She didn't look at Xiong Da, because she dared not look at people: "Do you have anything to eat?"

Speaking of food, Xiong Da's smile vanished instantly, his hunched body going stiff, for you know that in the Slum, what people value most is food.

If he gave it away, he'd surely go hungry today.

Although Ye Xi'an didn't look at Xiong Da, she had been monitoring his condition; noticing his reluctance, she felt a bit disappointed.

If you don't have any,

I have!

Xiong Da spoke so quickly that Ye Xi'an didn't even get to say "forget it" before he was cut off.

Xiong Da reluctantly took out the bun he had been protecting at his chest and placed it on the bedside, tears of reluctance welling up.

Although he was reluctant, he still gave it, otherwise angering the little female would mean he could never buy food again.

He could still tell the difference between missing one meal and chronic hunger.

Miss Female, I was wrong before, I offended you; all my food is here, please, as an adult, don't blame a petty person, don't report me.

Ye Xi'an looked at the bun; it turned out he was afraid she would report him.

She coughed, waved her hand in the air: "Well, I forgive you; go away, and don't come back."

Eh! Sorry for the disturbance, sorry for the disturbance!

Xiong Da instantly beamed, bringing his lackeys as they scrambled away; as he left, he even rehung the curtain he had pulled down.

After everyone left, only the unconscious Bao Jing and Ye Xi'an remained in the room.

In the quiet setting, Ye Xi'an actually relaxed.

She half-leaned against the bed, kneeling on the floor, her hand propping her left cheek as she gazed at the unconscious Bao Jing.

The unconscious male's tightly closed eyes had lashes curled upward; from blood loss his lips were pallid, his handsome face like a white rose wilting.

The wound on his chest was still bleeding; without guessing, one knew there must be other wounds beneath his clothing.

Should she help treat Bao Jing?

Although her old wounds could heal without treatment, Bao Jing and she are not of the same species; if left untreated, he would die.

Thinking that, Ye Xi'an climbed up from the ground, reaching out to undo Bao Jing's shirt buttons.

While undoing them, she muttered: "I'm not trying to take advantage of you; I'm just trying to treat your wound."

As the buttons came undone, the various wounds on Bao Jing's body were revealed; Ye Xi'an couldn't help exclaiming: "Beastmen really have tough lives—this wouldn't kill them, but if a person from Diqiu suffered such severe injuries, they'd die."

Original Owner Ye Xi'an is also really ruthless; she could even bring herself to strike such a handsome husband.

The shirt was peeled off Ye Xi'an's body, half hanging on Bao Jing's sturdy arm crook.

Bao Jing's upper-body muscles are well-proportioned, broad shoulders and narrow waist, his prominent clavicles running across his shoulders, the shoulder sockets deep enough to raise goldfish, every inch of his lean muscle gleaming with a milky luster, as if his body were made of white porcelain, covered all over with ferocious wounds; yet these wounds not only do not mar this beauty, but add a hint of abusive beauty.

Ye Xi'an couldn't help swallowing.

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