Young husband and young wife

When I finally pounced on the little girl Xing'er in the greenhouse in the backyard, panting, this cat-and-mouse game ended with my resounding victory.

I had long coveted this big-eyed, curvy little girl, but she was better at martial arts and agility than me, so I never gained the upper hand. This girl was brought by my wife from her parents' home, and relying on her mother's support, she often looked down on me. These past few days, my sister and my mother had been called away to help with some fights, and knowing she was alone, the little girl had been playing hide-and-seek with me, never giving me a chance to make a move. But I had figured out her routine; I knew she went to the greenhouse every morning to pick a bouquet of flowers and place it in my mother's room, so I decided to sacrifice my sleep and prepare to devour her there.

Our yard is large, and the greenhouse is usually deserted, maintained by an old, nearly senile gardener named Uncle Chen. Besides tending to his flowers and weeding, he doesn't usually talk to anyone. At home, his mother occasionally keeps him company. This Uncle Chen is incredibly hard of hearing; I once secretly set off a firecracker behind him, and he didn't even react. Therefore, I immediately decided on this spot. No matter how much the little girl screams, no one else will hear her.

Normally, when my wife isn't home, I sleep until I naturally wake up, even when the sun is high in the sky, still snuggled in bed. These past two days, I've had to put in a lot of effort to wake up earlier, because I'm usually woken up by my wife kicking me, hitting me with a sword hilt, or splashing me with cold water. Now that she's not home, I can't wake up on my own no matter what.

The first day, I put a rooster in the house, and its clucking kept me awake almost all night. The second day, I put a large stone on the gate, and my pig's roar during his morning exercise woke me up. On the third day, I put a tripwire at the door, and the little girl's shrill scream jolted me back to reality. Before leaving, I even gave her a quick pat on the bottom—goodness! She was pretty good; not a drop of the lotus seed soup my mother brought spilled.

I spent three whole mornings lying in wait in the greenhouse, but didn't even see the little girl. I yawned and cursed incessantly. It wasn't until the third morning, lying on the cold floor of the greenhouse, that I finally understood: the tigress wasn't home, so there was no need for this little lecher to arrange flowers for me. Just as I was angrily patting my bottom and trying to get up, Xing'er hummed a little tune and skipped into the greenhouse.

Damn! The little girl has been wearing a long face morning and night these past few days, always cautiously avoiding me. Why is she so happy today? Hehe, why not let the young master be happy too! I held my breath, crept up behind her, and pounced on her from behind, pinning her to the ground with my arms outstretched. To devour this pretty girl, yet fearing I couldn't defeat her, I'd specially learned some grappling techniques from my senior brother; they seemed to be quite effective. This girl had been avoiding me for the past few days, not letting me even touch the hem of her clothes, but now she was finally beneath me.

"Young Master, what are you doing? Let me go, or I'll tell the Young Madam!" Xing'er struggled fiercely beneath me.

"Afraid of her? Who am I? I'm Hao Shuai! Letting you go? Not so easy! I've been lying in wait here for three mornings to catch you!"

Xing'er had a stunning figure; I pressed myself against her, savoring her firm, shapely buttocks, supple waist, and long, struggling legs. Girls who practice martial arts are definitely different from other girls. The feeling of that fragrant, elastic body beneath me was so wonderful! My desire swelled rapidly, and I pressed hard against Xing'er's buttocks through her clothes.

"Ah!" The girl's face instantly turned red. She must have felt my hardness pressing against her buttocks; even her ears were flushed.

"Good Xing'er, the tigress isn't home these past two days, so just give in to me," I pleaded shamelessly, while my lustful hands rubbed against Xing'er's body.

"Ugh...no! No!" She moaned softly under my caresses, resolutely refusing me.

We were entangled in a strange position. Xing'er lay on the ground, preventing my lustful hands from succeeding. I pressed down on her, kneading her pert buttocks with one hand.

"Ah! It hurts! Young master, don't do this, young mistress will be back soon." This girl was still babbling to me beneath me, trying to fool me? No way! I'm going to devour you today, no matter what.

"Heh heh, trying to scare me with that tigress? They're always out fighting for ten days or half a month at a time." I grinned maliciously, pressing my hard body against her pert buttocks, which made her struggle even more violently. Her face turned even redder, her big eyes misted over, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her nose. The girl's fragrance, mingled with her hot sweat, wafted over me, making me feel suffocated, and I felt all the blood rush to my lower body. I lowered my head and found Xing'er's delicate neck, burying my face in her collar and sucking hard.

"Ah!" Xing'er cried out, her whole body trembling. I felt the beauty beneath me tense and tremble, panting heavily, almost losing myself in the intoxicating fragrance of her youthful body. Looking up, I saw Xing'er's slightly trembling pink earlobe, and couldn't resist capturing that bright red agate in my mouth, savoring it carefully.

"Mmm..." Xing'er couldn't help but let out a soft moan, her body going limp. Haha, so her earlobes were her Achilles' heel. My hand finally broke through the barrier, covering her soft breasts. This troublesome little firecracker was finally subdued.

I reached out and grabbed one of Xing'er's breasts, kneading it forcefully, reveling in the body's surrender. Oh my god, I never knew Xing'er was more ferocious than a tigress here. The girl's breasts were soft yet firm, unable to withstand the external invasion. Under her thin clothes, the buds quietly perked up. I put two fingers together, pinched one bud through her clothes, and gently squeezed it, immediately eliciting a series of soft moans.

"No, no, young master, please, please let me go, young... um..." Seeing the once arrogant and spoiled little firecracker begging for mercy beneath me, panting and limp from my large hands, I was filled with boundless pride and blurted out:

"Even if the tigress is back now, I, Hao Shuai, will not let you go!" With that, I reached out and lifted Xing'er's skirt, eager to merge my throbbing desire with the girl beneath me.

"Hmph! Who's the tigress you're talking about, young master?" A sweet female voice came from the flower room doorway. This sweet voice was like a bolt from the blue, startling my erection, which instantly went limp.

I turned around, and two sword-wielding girls appeared at the flower room doorway. The girl in pink smiled, while the girl in white had a frosty expression. Xing'er, who had been limp as mud beneath me, suddenly tensed, bouncing me away and flashing behind the girl in white. Two young girls, their skirts fluttering in the morning light, were breathtakingly beautiful, like celestial maidens descended to earth, while I saw a she-devil.

"No, I didn't say anyone, you must have misheard," I mumbled, scrambling to my feet from the flowerpot rubble. Damn it, that little girl was pretty fierce; she just threw me so far, knocking over several flower stands.

"Young Mistress, oh, the young master bullied me!" Xing'er cried, tugging at the white-clad woman's sleeve, glaring at me with her teary eyes. That tearful, resentful look made my heart skip a beat, and I almost got an erection again.

"He could bully you?" the white-clad woman said coldly, looking at Xing'er. "Do you think I don't know his limitations?"i=26> "He ambushed me!" Xing'er said tearfully, feeling very wronged. "Young Master hid behind the flower bed and pushed me down from behind while I was picking flowers. He even used Senior Brother's grappling technique, and..." Under the stern gaze of the tigress, Xing'er's voice grew softer and softer until it became a low mutter.

Damn! This little girl knew I was hiding behind the flowerbed all along. Was she deliberately letting me catch her? Although I was startled and momentarily distracted, I shouldn't have been thrown around like that. Judging from her movements just now, could it be...

? "Ouch, ouch!" Before I could even figure it out, a sharp pain shot through my ear. The tigress grabbed my ear, her beautiful eyes wide, and said angrily, "Well, you little rascal, you don't practice your martial arts properly when I tell you to, you don't learn swordsmanship properly, but you're quite good at stealing women!" The tigress looked at me with utter disappointment. "I married into your family when I was eighteen, and now that you've finally grown up, you good-for-nothing do nothing but hang out with a bunch of rich kids. You'll be eighteen next year, and if you don't learn martial arts properly, how will you accompany me on my journey through the world?" The tigress

grew angrier as she spoke, twisting my poor ear a few more times, making me wince in pain. I quickly begged for mercy, "I won't do it again, I won't do it again, please let go, ouch, it hurts so much! My good wife, my good lady! Sister, please save me!

" "Alright, alright, you've hit him, you've scolded him, and Xiao Shuai has admitted his mistake, so let's forgive him this time." My sister felt sorry for him and finally stepped in. The girl in pink was naturally my sister, Hao Jing. My parents are renowned martial arts masters, always busy with social engagements in the martial arts world and rarely home. My sister has always taken care of me. She studied martial arts under the Huashan Sect, and my mother is the only daughter of the Huashan Sect Leader. They are the best of sisters, so it's perfect that she stepped in to help me deal

with my mother. "You spoil him too much. His spoiled brat attitude is all your doing. Now he's even learned to flirt with the maids. Are you planning to take two more concubines?" My mother complained indignantly, turning back to glare fiercely at Xing'er. She then pinched my arm hard a few times, making me gasp in pain but not daring to utter a sound.

"Hmph, let's go!" The tigress grabbed my older sister and strode away, turning back to say, "You'll sleep in the study by yourself tonight!" Xing'er quickly followed, glancing back triumphantly at me as she reached the door, leaving me alone in the flower room, stomping my feet in anger. "Tiger, you think I wouldn't dare take concubines! I'll take ten or eight concubines to make you furious!"

Of course, I couldn't let her hear this.

Chapter Two: Arranged Marriage I was both ashamed and angry, locking myself in the flower room all day, even skipping lunch in a huff.

At noon, my eldest and second senior brothers came to persuade me, as did my senior sister. My junior sister and Xing'er were very close, and she declared that she would never associate with a lecher like me again. In the end, the tigress took pity on me and had Xing'er bring a box of pastries to the flower room. Xing'er put down the basket and sat far away from me, as if I really were a lecher—how despicable!

Actually, I know that the tigress has a sharp tongue but a soft heart; she just feels too ashamed to show her face.

Before marrying into the family, she was already a well-known heroine in the martial arts world, with countless suitors. She was even ranked as the top beauty among the ten most beautiful women in the martial arts world by some bored young heroes, and was also the number one female swordsman of the Huashan Sect. How did this flower end up on my head? It all started with the grudges between our elders.

My father, Hao Qingsong, and the Huashan Sect leader, Qingzhu, were fellow disciples. They both fell in love with the beautiful junior sister, Qingmei. The junior sister also fell in love with the senior brother, my father. They once roamed the martial arts world together, earning the titles of number one swordsman and number one beauty. My father was originally slated to take over the Huashan Sect, and the number one swordsman and the number one beauty were expected to become a couple, a legendary tale in the martial arts world.

But then, something unexpected happened.

A witch appeared in the martial arts world, veiled in a light gauze, her actions ambiguous between good and evil. Since her debut, she has relentlessly challenged renowned figures in the martial arts world, her swordsmanship proving unmatched, creating a sensation throughout the land. Legend has it that she is breathtakingly beautiful, her fame widespread, and she has suitors from all corners of the land, seemingly poised to rival the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world, the junior sister of Mount Hua. Wherever she goes, she captivates martial arts heroes, including both martial arts masters and underworld figures—except for one: my father. The

senior brother and junior sister of Mount Hua were already a perfect couple, their eyes fixed on each other, naturally leaving no room for other women.

The enchantress, of course, could not tolerate such setbacks, so she came alone to Mount Hua to challenge the greatest swordsman in the martial arts world. This battle atop Mount Hua was earth-shattering, shaking the entire martial arts world. Before martial arts masters from all over the land, the number one swordsman representing Mount Hua was defeated by the witch's sword, suffering severe injuries and damaged meridians. He was then taken away from Mount Hua in full view of everyone.

The junior sister was nearly driven mad with worry, searching the world with her second senior brother for their eldest brother. Two months later, just when people were about to despair, the eldest brother reappeared in the martial world with the witch. It turned out that the witch had taken the eldest brother away to heal his injuries. She healed his internal wounds and won his love. As for how she healed him, my parents have always kept it a secret, never mentioning it to this day.

The junior sister was heartbroken, and the eldest brother was filled with remorse. To marry the witch, the eldest brother resolutely gave up the opportunity to lead Mount Hua, the number one sword sect in the martial world. To avoid jeopardizing the future reputation of the Mount Hua sect in the righteous path, he left Mount Hua with his new wife, fading from the martial world and retiring to the mountains. Before leaving, the eldest brother entrusted his junior brother with the responsibility of bringing glory to the Huashan Sect and looking after the youngest sister. From then on, the second brother stayed by the youngest sister's side. The second brother's meticulous care soothed the youngest sister's emotional wounds, and his unwavering devotion finally touched her heart. Gradually, the eldest brother's resolute and decisive image was quietly hidden away, and the second brother's steadfast and handsome smile replaced the eldest brother's former place, filling the youngest sister's mind.

At the inauguration ceremony of the new Huashan Sect leader, the eldest brother and his wife reappeared. At this time, both the eldest sister-in-law and the youngest sister were pregnant, so the two families arranged a marriage between their unborn children. Unfortunately, after ten months of anticipation, both families had daughters: my sister Hao Jing and the tigress Ying Ying. The youngest sister was unwilling to give up and insisted on fulfilling the marriage agreement. The eldest brother felt guilty and understood that the youngest sister still harbored feelings for him and wanted to use this arranged marriage to make up for his regret, so he agreed that the marriage agreement would remain valid forever.

This knot in my heart wasn't untied until four years later, when I was born. I, this rascal, became the apple of both families' eye, showered with love and affection, which led to my playboy temperament.

While learning martial arts at home, my mother couldn't bear to hit me, and my sister couldn't bear to scold me, so naturally, I achieved nothing. My father, truly unsure how to teach me, sent my sister and me to Mount Hua when I was twelve. I became an apprentice under the headmaster, while my sister became an apprentice under the headmaster's wife. When the headmaster's wife saw my face, almost identical to my senior brother's, she was overwhelmed with emotion, transferring almost all her affection for my senior brother to this handsome twelve-year-old boy. She doted on me, treating me like her own son, making even her own daughter, Yingying, extremely jealous.

Thus began my sword-learning journey at Mount Hua. To my father's surprise, I, the son of the number one swordsman in the martial world and the future son-in-law of the Mount Hua sect leader, naturally had people willing to let me win when I practiced swordsmanship, and no one would scold me for slacking off. The dignified disciple of the sect leader ended up being unable to defeat even a little maidservant my own age! At

sixteen, the girl was already experiencing the stirrings of love. Her fellow disciples were all brilliant and skilled, and Yingying herself was exceptionally intelligent; in terms of swordsmanship, she was unmatched among the younger generation of Mount Hua disciples. Now, discovering that her fiancé was such a snotty-nosed brat, Yingying was utterly heartbroken and indignant. After countless attempts to resist were resolutely suppressed by his parents, my master and mistress, she never gave me a kind look. She would never miss an opportunity to bully me, and every day, she and her little maidservant, Xing'er, would find ways to harass me.

I was often beaten so badly by these two, mistress and servant, under the guise of sword practice, that I'd be left sweating and pissing my pants, cursing the tigress in my stomach. Ugh, I was utterly pathetic. When my master's wife saw me looking disheveled, she'd assume I was practicing diligently and felt even more sorry for me. If Yingying saw this, she'd retaliate the next day with even more ruthless bullying. My only way of fighting back was to give Xing'er a hard pinch on her little bottom when she wasn't looking—of course, I couldn't actually touch a tiger's bottom, but I could swallow my saliva and fantasize about it in my mind.

I drifted along like this for two years on Mount Hua. I was fairly clever, having learned about 70-80% of the Mount Hua sword techniques, and I'd also mastered about half a level of the Mount Hua introductory Qigong, which I think was nine levels in total. My master's wife always praised me as a martial arts prodigy, just like my father back then, while my master always remained noncommittal. Yingying, on the other hand, always called me a fool, a show-off, an incurable idiot, a hopeless piece of trash, and a little pervert who liked to touch girls' bottoms. She never calls me by my name, it's always "Hey," "Mud," or "Little Pervert," damn it! This tigress has quite the vocabulary for insults! Whoever marries her will be unlucky! Sigh, back then, I didn't even realize I was the one she was talking about!

A fourteen-year-old boy knows nothing, he just knows pinching a girl's butt is fun, he doesn't really feel anything in his hand, and he loves hearing girls scream. One day, after pinching Xing'er's butt, I quietly said to her, "It seems like your butt has gotten bigger!" That time, she was very unusual; she neither scolded me nor chased after me, but her face turned as red as a monkey's bottom.

Xing'er's butt got bigger every day, and the reaction to pinching her butt became stronger and stronger, her face getting redder and redder, but the screams got softer and softer, making me gradually lose interest in the game. However, Xing'er had developed a conditioned reflex; whenever she saw me behind her, she would instinctively cover her increasingly large little butt with her hands.

However, I did notice some things. For example, the "tiger mom" bullied me less and less, while she got closer to my fellow disciples, spoke softer and softer, and blushed more easily—except when it came to me! I had no idea she could blush; she wouldn't blush at all when she saw my fellow disciples.

During this time, my mother often came to visit me. Although she always appeared all smiles and incredibly affectionate with my master's wife, I noticed that her dissatisfaction deepened with each visit. I knew she was unhappy with my master's wife's attitude towards me, fearing she would steal her precious son away. When my master's wife was happy, she liked to hug and cuddle me, and my mother would subtly pull me closer, patting my head and kissing my face. At this point, the "tiger mom" would snort and sneer at me.

Finally, my mother couldn't take it anymore. When I was fourteen, she took me home, using the excuse that my Huashan swordplay wasn't good enough, and that she would teach me her family's martial arts. My mom had reason to say that, because she had indeed defeated the top martial arts master of Mount Hua back then, and my master and mistress couldn't say anything.

On the day I left, my master's wife cried her eyes out, which further strengthened my mom's resolve to bring me home.

As usual, my master's wife hugged me tightly and showered me with affection. Leaning against her warm, soft embrace, inhaling her unique fragrance was quite comforting; I was always reluctant to leave. Of course, I later smelled that fragrance again on another person. Actually, I quite liked my master's wife's affectionate gestures. My mom never hugged me like that, except when I was breastfeeding.

My master and mistress escorted me all the way down the mountain. My fellow disciples gave me a perfunctory farewell, but the tigress seemed quite happy, as if she had sent away a plague. Putting everything else aside, her smile was truly beautiful, but apart from this time, she had never been so happy in front of me before; it seemed like her smiles were always directed at my fellow disciples.

Xing'er surprised me, though. She's been crying all day. Of all

the people on Mount Hua, besides my master's wife, she's the only one who's reluctant to see me leave. It doesn't make sense; I've bullied her the most. I, on the other hand, am the only happy one. At least I don't have to learn this useless Mount Hua swordsmanship anymore. I'll go back and learn from my mom. My mom is much better than my dad, and once I master it, I'll naturally be better than that tigress. I'll deal with her later. I'm getting

further and further away from Mount Hua, riding my horse home, but I feel increasingly depressed. I feel like I've left something behind on Mount Hua. Thinking about that tigress's eyes, besides smugness, there's a hint of excitement. Xing'er's eyes, besides reluctance, seem to hold a hint of worry. Why are women's eyes so complex? I really don't understand. Like my mom and master's wife, they've been fighting for twenty years, and even at this age, they're still openly and secretly scheming. Ugh, headache, headache. I don't want to think about it anymore. Time to go home! I wonder if the little girls at home have all grown up yet. Some of the games I haven't played in ages, hehe.

However, after only a few days back home, I completely forgot about Huashan, the tigress, and Xing'er, and I found a new and fun game. (

Episode 1: The Naive Boy, Chapter 3: Courtyard Games) It seems the little boy is really carefree; he does occasionally think of his teacher's wife. Mom is always busy and mysterious, and doesn't care about me as much as his teacher's wife. Now it seems Mom really made a decisive move; otherwise, in a few days, this little ingrate would think his teacher's wife forgot her own mother. By the

way, "little ingrate" is what Mom calls me; for Dad, it's naturally "old ingrate." Actually, Mom has already won a major victory in this love battle, but even now, she still harbors resentment about Dad and his teacher's wife's relationship. But she was clearly the third party! How could Dad and his teacher's wife's childhood sweetheart relationship of over ten years be so easily severed? Damn it, why did I start speaking up for my master's wife? No wonder Mom scolded me for being heartless.

According to Mom, Dad and my master's wife were having an affair. Back when Dad and Mom returned to Mount Hua, Mom immediately sensed danger. When Dad and my master's wife's eyes met, it was said the sparks could be seen throughout the entire martial arts hall. Whenever Mom complained about this, she would pinch a piece of Dad's flesh hard and ask through gritted teeth, "You two are exchanging such affectionate glances in front of your own husband and wife, so deeply in love that even a sword couldn't cut it off?"

Pshaw! They don't even take you seriously! Think about it, there are hundreds of sect leaders and thousands of martial arts celebrities sitting below; they're practically flirting in front of the whole world.

But my dad is definitely an upright man. Back then, he and my master's wife roamed the world with their swords, earning the title of the number one swordsman in the martial arts world, their chivalrous reputation spreading far and wide. My mother's infamous reputation was supposedly used to scare children. Legend had it that back then, if a child misbehaved, parents would say, "Stop crying, or the so-and-so witch will come!" It was said to be infallible.

For some reason, after that healing incident, Hao Daxia resolutely abandoned his childhood sweetheart, the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world, and ran off with the most notorious witch, shocking everyone in the martial arts community. Back then, it seems there were no glasses, so whatever shocked them was acceptable. Their perfect idol turned out to be someone who had fallen for another, breaking the hearts of many innocent young women in the martial arts world.

For the next few years, my father dutifully stayed with my mother in this secluded mountain villa, never setting foot in the martial arts world, not even attending his master and mistress's wedding. He only returned to the martial arts world when his master became the head of the Huashan Sect. They kept all the events that happened during this time a secret. Whenever my sister and I asked about it, they would exchange deep glances and embrace, as if everything was understood without words. At this time, my sister and I would always say "Tch..." in unison and slam the door and leave. It was so boring and cheesy. Sometimes, strange noises would come from the doorway, and my sister would blush, cover my ears, and take me to the backyard to play.

When my father wanted to retire to the mountains, my mother objected, citing various reasons such as the inconvenience of buying cosmetics, visiting silk shops, and enjoying soup dumplings. Of course, it wasn't always these minor issues; she also considered many important things, like the inconvenience of visiting the Huguo Temple to burn incense and pray – a spiritual life is essential, after all, and physical life is equally important. She also worried about the inconvenience of enrolling the children in nearby schools, arguing that for their future, they should attend a prestigious private school. Apparently, before my mother could even finish her reasons, my father conceded and accepted her idea of a life of quiet seclusion amidst the city. However, as a compromise, they purchased a villa on the outskirts of Chang'an called "Mingjian Villa" – quite a grand name, isn't it?

But the plaque inscribed by my mother was taken down less than a day later and thrown into the woodshed. She then inscribed "Haojia Village" and hung it at the entrance. After calling our village "Mingjian Villa" for a day, it was officially renamed "Haojia Village." My mother also said that although the name was a bit common, a recluse should act like one, and the name "Famous Sword Manor" would attract too much attention. However, I think my mother's use of the idiom was inappropriate; "a tall tree catches the wind" would be more appropriate.

Ever since "Famous Sword Manor" was thrown into the woodshed, my mother has never set foot in the woodshed again. In the past twenty years, Hao Family Manor has burned at least tens of thousands of kilograms of firewood, yet no one has ever touched that plaque. It seems the saying that everyone in Hao Family Manor, from the steward to the maids, is more shrewd than a ghost is absolutely true.

A couple of years ago, I even secretly went to the woodshed to check, and the "Famous Sword Manor" plaque was still there, supposedly preserved exactly as the manor lord's wife had thrown it in twenty years ago. And strangely enough, the plaque hadn't been dusty at all in all these years in the woodshed. To be honest, my teacher's wife's calligraphy was indeed much better than my mother's. I once made a rubbing of the character "sword" and showed it to our teacher at our prestigious private school. The teacher, with his mouth full of yellow teeth, stared blankly for a long time before he came to his senses, repeatedly saying, "Everyone, everyone! There's a murderous aura, a murderous aura!" Bah! Where did that murderous aura come from? He was just pretending to know what he didn't. I heard that the teacher took the rubbing back and framed it.

Although Hao Family Village didn't look particularly impressive from the outside, just an ordinary nouveau riche's manor, its layout was indeed very exquisite, with winding corridors, overlapping doors, and a

play of light and shadow. Once someone entered, they wouldn't be able to leave. My mother designed and supervised the construction of the manor, and all the craftsmen and servants were hired by her. Even a common servant from the manor could easily beat up a big shot in the town.

There were even more mysterious figures among the servants, and the accountant changed several times. Some carried iron abacuses, some copper, and some gold—none of them were normal. Damn it, there was even a pervert who carried a magnetic abacus. Several times I tried to steal some scrap metal from home to exchange for malt candy, but he sucked it all away.

Damn! How come it's always such a coincidence that he comes in when I leave? Hehe, of course, some of the scrap metal was bought by my senior brother in Chang'an the day before. Pshaw, nobody told me, how would I know that wasn't scrap metal? Does it only count as scrap metal if it's rusty? Mom said children shouldn't touch rusty things, or they'll get tetanus.

Mom was worried my sister and I would have no one to play with, so she bought many little girls about our age to play with. Our favorite game was hide-and-seek. Haojiazhuang was like a maze, perfect for this kind of game. A dozen or so children could play there without feeling too small, with plenty of space to hide. Everyone had played this game: one person was "it," and the others hid. The "it" person would close their eyes and count to one hundred, then start searching for others. Whoever was caught would be punished by becoming "it.

" We, a dozen or so children, would often play in the yard from morning till night. When we were tired, I would lie in my sister's arms and count the stars and watch the moon. I was particularly fond of my sister's embrace back then. She always smelled wonderful; she probably tried all the perfumes of the maids and servants in the yard. I even caught her secretly using my mother's perfume several times. Sometimes we would climb onto the roof, cuddling together and watching the glittering lanterns on the city walls of Chang'an in the distance. In the end, I would always fall asleep in my sister's arms, inhaling her fragrance.

After returning from Mount Hua, I played hide-and-seek with them again. When I pinned Xiangxiang's soft waist against the grass, the game changed. I could clearly feel that Xiangxiang had changed; she was no longer the Xiangxiang of two years ago. Her little bottom was perkier, her waist more supple, and her body fragrance stronger. When I was on top of her, I felt a confused and anxious desire to do something, yet not knowing what to do. I remembered pinching Xing'er's perky bottom on Mount Hua, and couldn't help but give her a hard pinch, causing Xiangxiang to scream.

I started to enjoy being "it." Since my sister was gone, I was in charge here, so I was always "it." Whoever I caught would get a couple of spankings as punishment. Because I had learned martial arts, my hearing and eyesight were exceptionally good. Damn, I can't beat the tigress, but catching a few little girls shouldn't be a problem, right? After spotting my target, I would often deliberately startle them, letting them run ahead before pouncing on them from behind, pinning them to the ground, and then slapping them twice on the bottom.

These young maids had grown up with my siblings and me; they were all fifteen or sixteen years old, blossoming like ripe peaches, still a little green, but already quite shapely. I became increasingly addicted to this game, chasing them slower and slower. I loved watching the girls sway their figures and flutter their skirts as they ran from behind, loved hearing their silvery laughter and panicked cries as they fled, loved grabbing their slender waists, loved tackling their soft bodies, loved pressing my back against their backs and feeling their soft breaths, and especially loved the faint scent of their sweat.

Ever since returning from Mount Hua, I've been obsessed with this game, especially the girls' pert buttocks—those peach-shaped, incredibly elastic things simply fascinated me. So I spent more and more time on top of the girl, slapped her buttocks harder and harder, and pinched her more and more fiercely. Since I didn't know what I wanted to do, Xuexue's screams of pain became the only satisfaction I could get. I knew that something mysterious was growing in the body of a fourteen-year-old boy. Although I didn't know it was called desire at the time, it had already sprouted in my heart like a soybean. These good

days didn't last long. An urgent letter from the head of the Huashan Sect completely ended my carefree childhood.

Chapter 4 of the first episode, "The Naive Boy," describes my deskmate, Xiaomei. Haojiazhuang seems to be very rich, with thousands of acres of fertile land. I often secretly suspect that my mother made a lot of money from her underworld business. My mother sent my sister and me to study at a prestigious private school in Chang'an. It is said that the tuition fees alone amount to tens of thousands of taels of silver, which is easier than robbing money. The students at the private school were all sons of General Li and daughters of Prime Minister Zhang. They spent their days walking their birds, playing with crickets, and bullying girls; none of them were academically inclined. The good students were mostly children of minor officials or descendants of prominent figures and gentry. We, the children of a nouveau riche, were largely ignored.

My best friend at the school was my deskmate, the daughter of a minor official in the Ministry of Revenue. She was from Suzhou, and was incredibly beautiful, with fair skin and delicate features, like porcelain. Just seeing her made you want to protect her. Her soft, sweet Suzhou dialect was endlessly pleasant to listen to. I called her "Little Sister," and she called me "Handsome Guy," hehe.

After I returned from Mount Hua, my mother said I was foul-mouthed and uncouth, and insisted on teaching me some manners, so she sent me back to the private school. As I walked through the school gate, carrying my schoolbag and looking back repeatedly, a slender body bumped into my chest. "Hey!" "Oh!" "Little sister!" "Handsome guy!"

When I helped the girl up from the ground, I was surprised to find that she was still studying at this private school. She was so excited to see me that tears streamed down her face. Hmm? Was she hurt from the fall?

I had told her I'd go to Mount Hua for a few days and then come back to visit her. Because of that promise, my silly little sister had waited for me here for two years, staying at this private school the whole time.He studied, endured bullying, and refused to transfer schools. But I, that heartless little thing, have been so busy chasing after Xing'er's little bottom these past two years that I've completely forgotten about that promise.

My older sister stayed at Mount Hua to learn martial arts; she was my only motivation for going to school every day. Two years later, when I heard her call me "handsome guy" in her soft Wu dialect, I felt like half of me melted.

Because of her beauty and fragility, many people coveted her. People like Young Master Li were often beaten to a pulp by me, until one day I kicked one of General Li's supposedly strongest bodyguards out the door, and after that, no one bothered my little sister anymore. Pshaw, I, a young hero of the Mount Hua Sect, can't beat a tigress, but surely you good-for-nothings can handle me?

Wait, I'm not from the Mount Hua Sect anymore; I'll have to go home and ask Mom what sect I belong to. I'm such an unfilial son; not only do I forget Mom's birthday, but I don't even know which sect she belongs to! Damn it!

My little sister's father was leaving Chang'an for a while, so I seized the opportunity and begged my mother to bring my little sister to our house.

When my little sister's mother arrived, she was stunned by the grandeur of our large house. Taking advantage of the situation, I grabbed my little sister's hand and enthusiastically led her through the intricate courtyards and corridors of my house.

My delicate little sister couldn't keep up with my pace. By the time this clueless guy finally realized it, fine beads of sweat covered her forehead, and her once rosy, alluring lips had lost their color.

"Phew, I'm exhausted! Your house is so big!" My little sister sat down on the garden bench and refused to go any further.

"Do you want me to carry you?" Her previously pale face flushed red again. I waited for a while, but she didn't utter a sound, instead fiddling with her little hands. Silly boy! How was I supposed to answer that to a girl?

I couldn't wait any longer, so I grabbed her, hoisted her onto my back, lifted her legs, and started walking.

My little sister let out a soft cry and clung to my back, too afraid to move. My slender little sister, carried on my back, seemed weightless, her small hands wrapped around me, her soft breath brushing against my neck, making my blood rush and making me feel like I was floating on clouds. Huh? Why couldn't I feel this way when I was practicing

my light-body skills on Mount Hua? I rambled on about our maze-like garden, while secretly moving my hands behind my back. As I carried her across a stream, I seized the opportunity to place my hands on her plump buttocks. "Huh? You've got quite a bit of flesh here."

"Ah! You bad boy!" Before I could finish my exclamation, I felt her soft, round buttocks suddenly shrink, her slender legs around my waist tighten, and her small hands gripped my neck tightly. My little sister almost fell off in shock. My graceful light-body movements immediately became erratic, and when I landed awkwardly on the other side, she pinched my chest hard with both hands and refused to let me carry her anymore.

After a while, I glanced over and saw that my little sister wasn't too angry, so I couldn't resist having another mischievous idea. "Do you want to play a really fun game?"

"Yes, I really want to!" my little sister cheered. Perhaps my smile was too inappropriate, because she became wary again. "Is it really fun?" "

I'm not lying to you." Afraid that my little sister would change her mind, I grabbed her little hand and dragged her, half-believing, half-doubting sister, to the corridor, where we usually played hide-and-seek.

It seems that all children, regardless of their background, love to play this game. My little sister quickly became excited and joined in the game, running around wildly with a dozen or so little girls.

Having grown up surrounded by girls, I have a nose like a dog. This is mainly thanks to my older sister. If I sleep in her arms, I can tell the next day whether my sister secretly used the face powder from Aunt Li in the front yard or Aunt Zhang in the back house. I've always wondered if we pay our workers particularly high wages, because my sister told me that every kind of rouge and face powder from Jinghua Hall in Chang'an City can be found in our house. Aside from Xiangxiang, it seems the women of Haojiazhuang's biggest daily headache is deciding which product to use.

So no matter how much my little sister tried to hide, I easily spotted her among the maids.

When I caught her and gently pressed her down into the grove, I couldn't help but marvel at how different she was from the wild girls in our household. Holding

her soft, feather-like body in my arms, too shy to lift her head, I felt like I was holding a fragile porcelain doll, unable to bring myself to touch her. I stood there for a long time, then suddenly, a surge of energy rushed through me, and I buried my face in her chest, sniffing her thoroughly. This made her giggle uncontrollably, exclaiming, "It tickles! It tickles so much!"

I was so excited I felt hot all over, but besides nuzzling and sniffing her all over, I really didn't know what else to look at, continuing until she laughed herself to death. Sigh!

My younger sister's mother thought we were some wealthy merchants and fawned over us, often sending my sister to our house to play with us. At this point, the games became just between my sister and me, neglecting even my favorite friend, Xiangxiang.

I could always easily find her in the yard, ignoring Xiangxiang's pitiful gaze, and always targeting my sister, pinning her down on the grass, in the side room, in the artificial grotto, and even once under the bed. I wantonly seized my sister's softness and slenderness, wantonly captured her breath and the scent of her sweat, wantonly enjoyed her giggles and pleas, until she finally gave in.

Then we would hold hands and drink white fungus soup together, hold hands and eat duck fat pancakes together, and then walk hand in hand in the yard, watching the carp in the pond. It seemed like our hands were never apart. Even at dinner, we held hands tightly, forcing me to use my left hand to drink millet porridge. I kept burning my chin and getting porridge in my nose, which made my little sister giggle incessantly. In the end, neither of us enjoyed the meal.

Later, I secretly vowed to practice until my left hand was as good as my right, so I could always eat hand-in-hand with my little sister.

Unfortunately, good times never last. Suddenly one day, my little sister stopped coming to school. I waited a few days, then became restless and couldn't bear it any longer, so I went to her house. I didn't see my little sister, but I received shocking news: her father told me that she had been selected for the imperial concubine selection. Looking at her father's proud and expectant smile, it seemed as if my little sister was about to become a concubine, and her rise to power and wealth seemed imminent. My heart ached heavily. A beautiful fourteen-year-old girl, sent into the dark and oppressive palace by her vain and greedy parents—could she be happy?

My younger sister's mother secretly slipped me a letter; it was written by my sister on the day she left. It turned out my sister had been selected for a talent show two months prior, right after I returned from Mount Hua. That day, she was dropping out of her private school. If my mother hadn't pulled me back from Mount Hua in time, I might have missed out on her for life. My sister said these past two months had been the happiest and most joyful months of her life. The reason she hadn't told me was that she didn't want to spoil these last two happy months; she wanted to live happily and laugh freely, so I would remember a cheerful little sister.

But who could see the hint of melancholy in her eyes? It seems there's absolutely no hope for this heartless little rascal.

My first love slipped away so inexplicably. I stared at the window for less than three days, feeling melancholy, before being drawn back to playing in the courtyard. Damn! I really have no conscience. Although my heart still inexplicably aches every time I eat duck fat pancakes. Damn! No matter how I drink the white fungus soup, I'm not happy. Fine, I'll just avoid even my favorite millet porridge.

I threw myself back into the lively game of hide-and-seek, and made a new discovery. I couldn't understand why the girls always hugged their chests tightly with both hands and turned their backs towards me when I caught them, making me fall to the ground. I tried to ambush them from different angles, but they always managed to turn around at the last moment. Pshaw, I've already spanked their butts, what's wrong with touching their front?

Just as I finally seized the opportunity, pinning the prettiest girl, Xiangxiang, beneath me and forcefully flipping her over, grinning maliciously as I tried to explore this final secret, a swift horse, swirling with fallen leaves, galloped into Hao Family Village.

In the martial world, only major sects like Shaolin, Wudang, and Huashan could afford such a steed.

My cheap Huashan second senior brother tumbled off the saddle, delivering shocking news to my parents who rushed to greet me:

My wife, the tigress, eloped with someone!

Episode 1: The Naive Youth, Chapter 5: Elopement in the Rain. It turned out that a heavy rain had fallen on Huashan last night, and while everyone was busy collecting laundry, the tigress, Yingying, eloped with my senior brother that very night.

"The tigress ran away? Well, she ran away, so be it," I said absentmindedly, still savoring the soft touch of Xiangxiang's body.

"Pfft—" The Huashan second senior brother, who was drinking tea, nearly spat out blood.

"Hehe, with all that rain yesterday, I hope they didn't twist their ankles on the way down the mountain?" My second senior brother rode hundreds of miles to deliver this urgent message from the sect leader, but I looked on with schadenfreude.

"Junior brother! Your fiancée eloped with the eldest senior brother!" My second senior brother glared at me with bloodshot eyes, gripping my hand tightly, spitting almost onto my face.

Hey, let go! She's not your wife, why are you so excited? Damn it, it's best if this tigress runs away, I don't want her.

However, this news shocked my parents quite a bit. That very night, my mother grabbed me by the collar and, led by my second senior brother, we rushed towards Mount Hua.

What surprised me was that my mother not only took me with her this time, but also the eldest senior sister, and finally, Xiangxiang. This eldest senior sister wasn't just some cheap senior sister from the Mount Hua sect, but my mother's prized disciple.

In Hao Family Village, my parents each took on two disciples. My eldest and second eldest brothers, who had been learning Huashan swordsmanship from my father, had already made a name for themselves in the martial arts world. My mother originally intended to teach my older sister all her skills, but for some reason, my father firmly disagreed, no matter how much my mother pleaded. Helpless, my mother had to take on two more female disciples. My eldest sister was two years older than my sister, while my youngest sister was the same age as me, whom I forcibly recognized as my junior sister based on our order of entry into the sect.

Although my eldest sister had never set foot in the martial arts world since joining the sect, she was quite skilled. She had trained my eldest brother like a lump of dough; with just a flick of her wrist, she could make that famous young swordsman obediently come running. Xiangxiang was the maid in my room, who also practiced martial arts with my eldest sister. She was usually well-behaved and sensible, but she rarely left the house. What happened today? Going out to catch someone cheating, and bringing her disciple and maid along? Each of them wore a light veil, looking mysterious. Was Mom trying to put on airs?

Along the way, this second senior brother from the Huashan Sect was rushing about, his reddened eyes seeming even more worried than ours. Only I seemed indifferent, carefree, teasing Xiangxiang in the carriage, constantly laughing and playing with her.

We traveled in silence, finally arriving at Huashan at dawn the next day.

The master's wife greeted us with red, tear-filled eyes, and the master, full of remorse, tightly grasped Dad's hands, "Senior brother, I'm truly ashamed. I've raised such an unreasonable daughter!"

"It's alright, after all, forced love is never sweet. Let her be." Dad's leniency made the master even more ashamed.

"Exactly… oh dear!" I was about to express my opinion when Mom slapped me back.

How could the Hao family's daughter-in-law be so easily snatched away! My mother and my master's wife were surprisingly united on this matter: they were determined to bring those two shameless scoundrels back.

To prevent the female disciples from making mistakes due to soft hearts, only adult male disciples were brought down the mountain this time. Early in the morning, a large team of more than ten people set off, even my second senior brother, who hadn't slept or rested for a day and a night, came along with his sword.

By evening, news came that their trail had been spotted in a village about a hundred miles east of Mount Hua.

When we arrived, my second senior brother and more than a dozen junior brothers had already cornered them at the village entrance.

The tigress was no longer the imposing figure she usually was; her hair was disheveled, she was covered in mud, and her clothes clung tightly to her body, revealing her shapely figure. She was in a sorry state, being supported by my eldest senior brother. They were afraid of being discovered, so they didn't even dare to steal a horse. They had been running for a day and a night, and had probably just stopped to rest when they were discovered. After all, this area within several hundred meters was the territory of the Huashan Sect. However, the murderous aura of my second senior brother and his companions surprised me.

My master's wife and mother exchanged a glance. My master's wife: "How are you?" Mother: "Fine." This profound exchange left me completely bewildered.

When the tigress saw my master's wife and mother appear, she, who had been fighting so fiercely just moments before, was utterly despondent.

"Mom..." The tigress's eyes welled up with tears of grievance. "Master's wife

." My eldest senior brother's eyes darted around, avoiding eye contact.

"How has your master's wife treated you?" My master's wife began by appealing to his emotions.

"Your master's wife treats me like her own mother!" My eldest senior brother lowered his head even further.

"And what did you do? A real man should act uprightly and prioritize chivalry, so that he can have a clear conscience in the future." This is called reasoning with him. "What you did is betraying your sect, which is disloyalty; failing your master's expectations, which is unfilial piety; and stealing your junior brother's fiancée, which is unjust. How can you face your master and mistress like this?"

"Mistress! I'm sorry!" The eldest brother knelt down with a thud. These accusations were simply too much for him to bear.

The tigress panicked and tried to pull the eldest brother up several times, but to no avail. She could only grip the hilt of her sword tightly and shout sharply, "I'm not going back no matter what!"

"Yingying, be good, come back with Mom first. We can talk things over." The mistress said softly to the tigress.

"There's nothing to talk about. I'd rather die than marry that little rascal." It seemed the tigress was determined to fight to the death.

"Does marrying into the Hao family mean you'll be disgraced?" The mother came out from behind and sneered.

"Am I, the mighty Jade Maiden Sword, really to marry this snotty-nosed brat?" The tigress proudly declared, her beautiful figure, untouched by mud.

"What's so great about the Jade Maiden Sword!" My senior sister gracefully stepped out from behind me, taking my hand in hers. "Would you be wronged to be with our handsome young man?" Xiangxiang also stood prettily beside me. The Huashan disciples, who had been so murderous just moments before, instantly turned into lecherous fools, their mouths agape, drool practically dripping from their lips.

I turned around, bewildered, and saw that my senior sister and Xiangxiang had removed their veils sometime earlier.

My senior sister's mature and alluring figure, even just standing there, exuded charm; with a gentle smile, I heard the sound of seven or eight swords falling to the ground. I always knew my senior sister was a beauty, but I never knew she possessed such destructive power. Xiangxiang also took me by surprise. Her large, watery eyes, captivating fragrance, graceful figure, and slightly blushing smile made me want to hug her and cherish her. She was nothing like the timid girl I usually knew. Xiangxiang's youthful energy was in no way inferior to my senior's mature charm.

These two beauties, each with their own unique charm, instantly dampened half of the tigress's arrogance. She looked down at her mud-covered, disheveled appearance, both ashamed and angry, her eyes fierce, which terrified me. She stomped her foot hard, gritted her teeth, and held a sword to her neck, hoarsely shouting, "Don't force me!"

"Don't force me!" I couldn't hold back any longer and shouted in a trembling voice, "I'd rather die than marry that tigress!" What do you want?! If you marry her, won't you bully me to death?! I burst into tears of fear.

This sudden turn of events completely disrupted the tigress's plan to force her way out. Betrayed by her lover, utterly humiliated, she couldn't bear such a blow any longer. In anger, she threw her sword to the ground, sat down in the mud, and cried out in despair.

Just like that, the tigress's first elopement plan was mercilessly thwarted. My senior sister and Xiangxiang each helped the two sobbing lovers back to Mount Hua.

Later, I learned that the tigress had long harbored feelings for her two senior brothers. But it's no wonder that every eighteen-year-old girl is in love, especially since her two senior brothers were her childhood sweethearts. Who would turn down a handsome, successful, and brilliant senior brother to spend their life with a snotty-nosed brat? But surely I wouldn't be a snotty-nosed brat forever?

When my mother took me away from Mount Hua back to Hao Family Village, the tigress planned to elope to escape this terrible marriage. Ironically, after two months of agonizing deliberation, she still couldn't decide which senior brother to elope with. It turned out she had fallen in love with both the eldest and second senior brothers.

On Mount Hua, both were incredibly protective of her, both deeply affectionate, and both so handsome. The tigress couldn't decide! So she made what she thought was the right decision and told both of them about her elopement plan.

While the second senior brother was still struggling with his own internal conflict, the beloved eldest senior brother had already run away with his junior sister in the rain. When he woke up the next morning and learned the news, the second senior brother was filled with remorse. That's why my second senior brother went to great lengths to deliver the message to me, his junior brother who had been cuckolded, and even relentlessly pursued the matter despite his exhaustion, making me almost think he was a noble and virtuous hero.

When the tigress saw my second senior brother blocking the village entrance with his sword, she was completely dumbfounded. Following the route map in his junior sister's plan, my second senior brother easily found her. Her beloved, whom she trusted so much, had betrayed her, and then another beloved had backed down in the face of justice. She discovered that the beautiful first love she had carefully built was so fragile, collapsing at the slightest touch.

In the days that followed, she spent her days in tears, with her senior sister and Xiangxiang "accompanying" her, never leaving her side. I finally understood my mother's foresight. If these senior and junior sisters from Mount Hua were to accompany the tigress, it would be as if they had none at all. My mother didn't even trust her older sister; girls are more inclined to be independent, and this was a living example.

My master's wife felt that leaving such a daughter on Mount Hua would inevitably lead to trouble sooner or later. To prevent any unforeseen complications, she and my mother made a decisive decision to arrange our marriage immediately, choosing an auspicious day to marry the "tiger" into our family

. These past two days, the "tiger" had been in a daze, and I hadn't seen her put up much resistance, which greatly disappointed me. So, in Hao Family Village, red lanterns were hung high, drums and music resounded, and firecrackers crackled as the new bride, weeping

and wailing, was brought into the house. Was it joy, sorrow, misfortune, or fortune? The groom was only fourteen! His little penis hadn't even gotten hard yet.

Episode 1: The Naive Youth, Chapter 6: The Wedding Night. On an auspicious day, Hao Family Village was filled with red lanterns, drums and music, and firecrackers. The village was packed with guests—monks, Taoist priests, nuns, and Taoist priestesses—as well as swordsmen, knife-wielders, bodyguards, sailors, and beggars.

It was the first time Hao Family Village had so many guests, and my father was naturally busy attending to them.

"Old Hao, you've been hiding in this place all these years? The manor is truly wonderful."

"Brother Hao, so this is your haven of gentle pleasures! Quickly, let your wife come out and meet the brothers. She can't still be wearing a veil today!"

"Great Hero Hao, so you live outside Chang'an City! We're neighbors! You must come visit the Mighty Escort Agency in the city sometime!"

...

"Huh? Senior Brother, where's that 'Famous Sword Manor' plaque?"

"Ah?! This…"

"Oh dear, how could you forget? You're so heartless. We hung it on the inner courtyard gate; it's too conspicuous at the main gate. Come, Mother-in-law, let me show you the inner courtyard. I've already prepared your precious daughter's bridal chamber."

At this moment, I was dressed in red and green, riding a horse, carrying my bride, following the bridal carriage home.

Yesterday, my master and mistress insisted on staying at the Yue Lai Inn in Chang'an City. This morning, I had to dress up like a clown to come into the city and bring my bride home. The whole journey was filled with music and noise, and I was constantly being pointed at and gossiped about, which made me incredibly annoyed.

Finally, I left Chang'an, thinking my ordeal was over, when I saw the carriage window open, revealing a pretty face. Xing'er waved to me, "Are you tired? Come on in and sit for a while."

How could I not be tired? I happily climbed into the carriage. Sitting on the side were the "Tiger Mother" and Xing'er, the mistress and servant. The "Tiger Mother" was dressed in bright red, wearing a large red headscarf. Suddenly, she lifted the headscarf, smiled sweetly at me, and called out in a cloyingly sweet voice, "Little Handsome~"

I almost fainted. This "Tiger Mother's" smile was truly mesmerizing, and her sweet talk was absolutely irresistible.

Wait, wasn't it said that you can't remove the red headscarf before the wedding ceremony?

Before I could even understand what was happening, a delicate, slender finger poked me, and I felt a sharp pain in my chest. I opened my eyes and collapsed. The two of them, mistress and servant, worked together, quickly stripping me naked. While stripping, they commented, "Who knew this guy had some muscles?" Then, the tigress frantically began removing her wedding robes, quickly stripping down to her undergarments.

Her delicate arms, long legs, and a glimpse of her ample breasts dazzled me, and her bridal makeup made her even more stunning. When the tigress finally noticed the drool dripping from my mouth, she realized she'd been exposed for quite some time. She could only curse me as a little pervert and kick me a few times to vent her anger.

However, her triumph was premature. After the tigress put on my groom's attire and slipped away, she was spotted by Xiangxiang in the car behind. The tigress, while directing Xing'er to stop Xiangxiang, frantically darted into the roadside woods.

As she traversed the woods and leaped onto the main road once more, thinking she had finally escaped, she was horrified to find my senior sister and senior brother sitting leisurely by the roadside, waiting for her. The tigress's second attempt at escaping the wedding was thwarted halfway.

When the bridal carriage arrived at the gates of Hao Family Village, and the bride was transferred to a sedan chair, the tigress, sitting in the sedan chair, realized her fate was unchangeable and finally, overcome with grief, burst into tears.

My new bride was thus carried into the house amidst weeping and wailing.

In the wedding hall, the terrified groom and the weeping bride were practically forced to perform the three bows and nine kowtows ceremony. The bride was taken to the bridal chamber, naturally watched over by my senior sister and Xiangxiang, and my older sister was already waiting there.

I, the little groom, had to be led by my father to bow and offer wine to all the uncles, aunts, and other relatives. Then I was dragged away by those resentful young heroes of the martial arts world to be violated, especially by those two Huashan senior brothers whose gazes were like swords capable of killing. Wow, he didn't manage to forge the Qi Sword, but he did manage to forge the Eye Sword.

Some disillusioned young heroes took the opportunity to get drunk and cause a ruckus, but my parents, out of consideration for my reputation, didn't bother with them too much. When two particularly outrageous individuals wandered into the backyard, a servant carrying dishes pulled them out one by one. All the young heroes, drunk and sober alike, sobered up, felt a chill run down their spines, and dared not cause me any more trouble.

My mother had secretly set up several tables of food in the backyard, inviting some strange guests, including several beautiful aunties I'd never seen before. It seemed like all our missing servants had appeared, just like the gold, silver, copper, and iron abacuses had all come, and even the gardener, Uncle Chen, was a guest of honor.

Finally, after finishing all these tedious tasks, I returned exhausted to my room, which is now my bridal chamber. Passing through the inner courtyard, I noticed that the plaque above the gate, which used to read "Bringing in Wealth and Treasure," had somehow changed to "Famous Sword Manor," but I didn't bother to ask.

When I entered the room, my senior sister and older sister were still there, and the tigress was sitting on the bed with a headscarf covering her head. My senior sister told me, "We didn't prepare a 'wedding wine' for today. We'll drink it when Xiaoshuai grows up and can consummate his marriage. For now, we'll each sleep separately." I didn't quite understand what my senior sister meant. Seeing that there were indeed two bright red quilts on the bed, I thought to myself: I'm not going to sleep in the same bed with her.

My senior sister patted my head and said with emotion, "Xiaoshuai, you've grown up and are getting married." Before leaving, she told the tigress, "Don't bully our Xiaoshuai anymore."

My older sister also said as she left, "Xiaoshuai, Yingying is your wife now, so don't bully her anymore." Honestly, who's bullying whom? And you're my older sister!

After they left, I immediately found the furthest stool and sat down tremblingly, listening to the tigress sobbing and watching the tears from the red candles roll down one by one. For a full hour, neither of us spoke.

"Hey."

"Huh?"

"Are you planning to make me sit here forever?" She finally couldn't hold back anymore.

"What?"

"Only you can lift the veil."

"Oh."

I walked over hesitantly, and with trembling hands, lifted the red veil, seeing my bride once again. The bride's eyes were red and swollen, her bridal makeup washed away by tears, truly a pitiful sight. If it weren't for the lingering power of the tigress, I would have loved to hold her in my arms and cherish her.

The tigress opened her red and swollen eyes, stared at me blankly for a long time, sighed deeply, and said, "So, from now on, you'll be my husband?"

Now it was just the two of us, and I was a little scared by her gaze, so I shrank my shoulders and tentatively called out, "Sister Yingying."

The tigress trembled, sighed softly again, and silently helped me undress and get into bed. Then she turned away, took off her makeup and changed her clothes herself, ignoring me, and crawled into the covers.

I sat on the edge of the bed, tentatively sticking my feet under the covers. The blankets were ice-cold; there was no hot water pot. There were too many guests at the manor today; Xiangxiang must have been busy and forgot. Back in Huashan, when it got cold, my master's wife would fill a hot water pot for me every day without fail.

She lay on the bed in silence for a while, then, seeing me still sitting there motionless, she turned and looked at me suspiciously: "Why are you still sitting there instead of sleeping?"

"The blankets are too cold; there's no hot water pot."

"You won't sleep without a hot water pot?"

"Sometimes my sister warms the blankets for me."

"What about your sister when she was in Huashan?" she asked, exasperated.

"Xiangxiang would come." Sometimes, if Xiangxiang forgot to fill the hot water pot, she would come and warm the blankets for me.

"You?!" She was filled with bitterness and couldn't help but sob again.

After crying for a while, seeing that I was still sitting there blankly, she had no choice but to reluctantly lift the covers and beckon me, "Come on, come to my blankets."

Hesitantly, I crawled over, but eventually, the cold overcame my fear, and I burrowed into her warm blankets. I didn't dare look at her, and lay down beside her, only hearing her murmur, "Sigh, did I marry a husband or adopt a younger brother?"

The blankets had a familiar scent. In my drowsy state, I hugged her, buried my head in her arms, and snuggled closer, searching for familiar touches and smells. My mouth involuntarily murmured, "Master's wife, Master's wife..."

"What?" she seemed surprised.

"Your scent is the same as Master's wife's, it smells very good," I mumbled sleepily.

And so, on our wedding night, I was kicked to the ground by my wife, the tigress, for the first time. I dared not cry, dared not curse, cold and tired, I shivered and curled up in a chair and fell asleep.

When I woke up the next morning, I found myself in the tigress's bed again, my head buried in her soft chest, my arms tightly wrapped around her waist.

I snuggled closer to her, inhaling her familiar scent, and noticed two small bulges appearing beneath her thin undergarment. Finding this amusing, I secretly took one of them into my mouth.

"Mmm~" she moaned softly, her arms tightening around me, pressing my nose hard against her fullness before quickly pushing me away. "Get up if you're awake, stop fooling around." Suddenly,

I remembered something: "We slept in the same bed, did we forget what we drank?"

She blushed instantly, and in that instant, I suddenly felt that the tigress was more beautiful than any girl I had ever seen. Mustering my courage, I kissed her hard on the cheek, winning back the face I had lost yesterday.

Xiangxiang and Xing'er came in to help us get up and dress. These two little girls, who were enemies yesterday, had become good friends after sleeping together in the side room for one night. The two girls pointed and poked at the untouched bed from the night before, making the tigress blush with embarrassment. She didn't know how to explain herself and wished she could disappear into a hole.

When my older sister and senior sister arrived, the two little girls pulled them aside and whispered in their ears for a long time. So my older sister pulled the tigress aside, and my senior sister came to my side, patting my shoulder hard with her left hand and giving me a thumbs-up with her right. "Good job! Little Handsome. Looks like I was worried for nothing yesterday."

What was all this about? Completely baffled, I didn't understand what my senior sister was saying. Then I heard the tigress anxiously explaining, "No, no, no!" She was sweating profusely.

On the day my teacher's wife left, she held the tigress's hand in one hand and mine in the other, smiling at us, as if saying to someone, "Soon, Little Handsome will grow up quickly."

Really? What different things await me when I grow up?

Episode 1: The Naive Boy, Chapter 7: Child Bride, Marrying a Wife Isn't Fun at All! This was the conclusion Xiao Shuai finally reached a month later.

"It's snowing! It's snowing!" Xiangxiang and Xing'er excitedly rushed into my bedroom, their little faces red from the cold.

"Ah!" Four icy little hands reached into my blankets at once, and I screamed as I hid under the covers. That wretched Xing'er was still clutching a snowball.

After several gloomy days, the first snow of the winter finally fell. When the two girls forcibly dragged me out of bed and brought me outside, Haojiazhuang was already a blanket of white.

I took a deep breath of the cool, clean morning air and looked up to see the distant mountains and trees draped in a blanket of white. On the training ground, a fiery red figure tumbled and leaped gracefully, wielding a sharp sword with impenetrable precision. Within a ten-foot radius around her, not a single snowflake clung to her; the boundary between the reddish-brown clay and the pristine white snow was strikingly clear.

The "Tiger Queen" had already risen early for her morning practice, as usual. The Huashan Jade Maiden Sword was indeed formidable; the "Tiger Queen" had practiced relentlessly for ten years, enduring the sweltering summer and freezing winter, never slacking off from dawn till dusk. At only eighteen, she was already renowned throughout the land, and together with her two senior brothers, they were known as the Three Swords of Huashan.

Sigh, what a lack of originality. It seems someone called them that twenty years ago; the Huashan Sect always seems to love this kind of thing.

I pulled my robe tighter around myself, just about to return to my warm bed, when the "Tiger Queen" finished her practice and gracefully walked towards me.

As the tigress approached, I gasped in surprise. She strolled towards me, leaving only a shallow trail of footprints in the snow, which were quickly covered by falling snow.

"Oh, young master, you're up early today, aren't you?"

"Hehe." I chuckled dryly and tried to slip away. This laziness of mine was something I'd developed since childhood. I wouldn't get out of bed until the sun was high in the sky. Even my dad couldn't handle me. Several times he was so angry he grabbed a thick wooden stick to beat me, but my mom always stopped him.

"Stop!" The tigress blocked my way. "Little Shuai, you need to build a foundation in martial arts from a young age. If you don't work hard when you're young, you'll achieve nothing when you're old."

My dad, mom, master, and mistress had all said these things. And now she was nagging me every day—it was so annoying! I couldn't be bothered to pay her any attention.

"You!" The tigress's face darkened. "Little Shuai, our Huashan Sect places great emphasis on the practice of virgin skills. Without a solid foundation in virgin skills, it will be difficult to achieve anything in the Zixia Divine Skill later!"

Pshaw, who wants to practice that damn Zixia Divine Skill? Like Master, when he practices, his face turns as red as a pig's liver. Those who know it's called the Zixia Divine Skill might think he's constipated.

"Alright, alright, I'm tired of hearing it. I'll start practicing tomorrow." I said dismissively, trying to hide in the house, hoping to get through today first.

"Tomorrow again?" The tigress's face turned red with anger, her eyes flashing coldly. Did she intend to use the Zixia Divine Skill against me?

"Ouch!" Sensing danger, I turned to run, but the tigress kicked me to the ground and charged at me with a sword.

"Mommy, help me! Senior Sister, help me! Sister, help me!" I screamed as I fled, the tigress slashing my clothes to shreds. What happened today? Usually, when Dad beats me, Mom and the others come to my rescue as soon as I call for help. Today, I screamed until my throat was hoarse, but no one came.

In the blink of an eye, my cotton robe was hacked away by the tigress. I was shivering in my thin clothes, hiding behind a stone bench, begging for mercy from the tigress.

"If you're cold, go practice your sword!" The tigress threw a sword at me viciously.

Seeing that even Xiangxiang, who usually runs to get help immediately, was standing there without moving, I completely surrendered. I obediently picked up the sword from the ground and started swinging it around haphazardly.

"I'll be here watching you. Don't be lazy!" The tigress actually wanted to supervise me with the sword.

I had no choice but to start practicing from the beginning stance and finish all seventy-two moves of the Drifting Sword Technique. I don't know how many times the tigress forced me to redo it.

After I finished practicing, the tigress snorted and turned around and went back into the house. Xiangxiang quickly grabbed a robe and ran over to drape it over me. I was so aggrieved that I almost burst into tears. I threw down my sword, feeling utterly humiliated, and could only bitterly say to Xiangxiang, "I've been so good to you for nothing!"

From then on, whenever the tigress finished practicing her sword in the morning and saw that I wasn't up yet, she would use the hilt of her sword to knock me awake to continue practicing. Sometimes, when she was extremely angry, she would kick me, blanket and all, to the ground. If I still refused to get up, she would simply pour a basin of cold water over my head.

I finally fell into the tigress's clutches.

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