Li Ying's Scorpion Heart, Chapter Seven: The Difficulty of Understanding a Woman's Heart

"An assassin has attacked Madam Ling!"

This statement startled everyone. Sun Yuanfu, a seasoned constable, reacted swiftly, leaping out in the direction Kong Wei and Luo Jingwen had gone.

The others followed closely behind, each using their lightness skills to leap forward. In the time it takes to drink half a cup of hot tea, a magnificent small building came into view, and the urgent alarm whistle blared from the open space beside it!

"I can't believe the assassin managed to evade so many guards, reaching the foot of Tingyu Tower before being noticed!" Ren Dongjie thought, glancing involuntarily at the rooftop. He recalled that late last night, Madam Ling had gazed at him with those dreamlike, enchanting eyes in that dreamlike, beautiful room. The unparalleled beauty of that graceful woman still lingered vividly in his mind.

—A woman so noble, elegant, and beautifully refined, yet lonely; her body and soul must have been barren for a long time. Besides her agonizing longing for her husband and her endless yearning for her youth, what else could she possibly have left? Such a captivating beauty, who should have been held tenderly in a man's arms, receiving tender caresses and pleasures, why would someone repeatedly try to kill her?

—What was the murderer's motive? Was it truly for that unknown treasure? Or was there another reason…?

Suddenly, a fierce clash of weapons interrupted Ren Dongjie's thoughts. He casually raised his head, scanning the battle unfolding in the open space. Dozens of fully armed warriors had the small building completely surrounded, gleaming spears and swords flashing under the blazing sun, locked in a fierce battle.

In the center of the fray, three men in grey robes, wielding longswords, were desperately holding off ten times their number of Shenfeng Gang warriors. Although trapped in a dense encirclement, with little hope of escape, the three men fought on relentlessly, undeterred.

Zhang Jiyuan and Lu Dahong each engaged one opponent, the four of them splitting into two pairs, fighting fiercely and evenly, neither able to gain the upper hand for a time. However, the remaining warriors were no match for the third gray-robed man. His sword flashed, his movements ruthless and swift; with each strike, a warrior was wounded, blood splattering across the surrounding ground.

Kong Wei called out, "Fourth brother, fifth brother, how is Madam Ling?" His voice was incredibly powerful, carrying far and wide, even the earth seemed to tremble slightly at his force.

With a "clang," a small window on the rooftop opened, and someone leaned out, shouting, "Second brother, Madam Ling is safe and sound! Thankfully, everyone arrived early..."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but Luo Jingwen, still worried, leaped up like a bird, reaching the rooftop in a few bounds, and entered the room to check on her. At the same time, the man who answered lightly leaped down, his arm flicking, and a short fork appeared in his hand, which he thrust directly at the third gray-robed man.

With him deflecting the opponent's attack, the balance of power instantly reversed, and the Divine Wind Gang quickly gained control of the situation. However, the three assassins were extremely brave, and although they were clearly outmatched, their swordsmanship remained unstoppable, and they fought desperately.

"Is the one wielding the short fork the Seventh Leader, Yi Bing?" Sun Yuanfu looked at the battlefield and suddenly laughed loudly, "Hehe, it's been five or six years, and his skills have improved considerably! In my humble opinion, he will surely win a great victory in today's battle!"

Kong Wei remained expressionless and said calmly, "Seventh Brother's martial arts may be better than his opponent's, but whether he can win is still hard to say!"

The young girl, Xiao Lin'er, chuckled, her pretty, childlike face full of curiosity, and asked, "Can someone with better martial arts lose? What kind of strange thing is that?"

Kong Wei remained silent. Fu Heng, his already stern face hardening, scolded, "Little child, don't talk nonsense if you don't know any better, lest you be laughed at by all these experts!" Little Lin'er blinked her bright, clear eyes, playfully sticking out her tongue at Kong Wei's retreating figure, her expression utterly innocent and adorable.

Ren Dongjie looked at her rosy cheeks, glistening with fine beads of sweat in the sunlight. Due to her rapid running, her breathing hadn't fully calmed, and her firm, round breasts were rising and falling slightly. Imagining the beautiful curves beneath her thin clothing, he couldn't help but feel a surge of lust, his fingertips itching to pinch those mounds.

“Young Master Ren, do you know why?” Seeing his intense gaze fixed on her, Xiao Lin’er assumed he intended to offer guidance and pleaded, “I really want to know the reason, can you tell me?” Just as

Ren Dongjie was about to launch into a long explanation, Tang Gang, standing beside him, suddenly interjected, “Although you are clever and quick-witted, young lady, you are still quite young and lack experience in combat! In fact, the outcome of a fight is often not determined by the level of martial arts skill. Indeed, there are countless examples of ‘novice’ defeating expert.”

Xiao Lin’er’s eyes widened . Half-believing, she asked, "Then...what's the reason?"

Tang Gang replied, "The timing, location, and the people involved in a duel, as well as the mood, courage, momentum, and luck of both sides, all play a significant role. For example, if a master is too cautious in their moves and dares not take risks, they are very likely to be defeated by a 'novice' who is willing to fight to the death. Of course, if they fight to the death to the extreme and become merely displaying reckless courage, they will not be able to reverse the defeat either."

Xiao Lin'er nodded as if she understood, her beautiful eyes filled with admiration as she looked at Tang Gang. Ren Dongjie saw this and felt a pang of jealousy. Such a simple truth, if expressed by his silver tongue, would have been at least a hundred times more effective! He just didn't expect that his words would be cut off, causing him to lose the opportunity to speak.

"Young Master Tang is absolutely right!" Fu Heng, having overheard Tang Gang's discussion, nodded approvingly, stroked his beard, and smiled, "In your opinion, which sect do these three assassins belong to?"

Tang Gang pondered, "Their swordsmanship isn't particularly skillful, but their speed is undeniable. Judging from their hand gestures and footwork, they don't seem to be from a prestigious family! Could it be... that these three have some connection with Miss Yu Xue, known as the 'Fastest Swordsman in the Martial World'?"

He shook his head, seemingly finding his own thoughts hard to believe. Just then, the fight on the field took an unexpected turn!

The gray-robed man, locked in a fierce exchange with Zhang Jiyuan, suddenly thrust out two swords, forcing his opponent to retreat a step. Then, he took a deep breath, and his stomach suddenly swelled rapidly, becoming as large as a balloon in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Jiyuan was stunned, somewhat at a loss, when Kong Wei, already visibly shaken, shouted, "Retreat! Retreat!" As he yelled, he rushed forward, pushing forward with both palms, unleashing an extremely fierce palm wind!

Without hesitation, Zhang Jiyuan flipped backward and leaped. At the same time, the gray-robed man swung his sword backhand, stabbing it into his swollen belly. With a deafening "bang," his entire body exploded into hundreds of fragments, scattered flesh and bones raining down. Forced by Kong Wei's immense palm force, most of the fragments flew into the empty open space, though a small portion landed on the crowd who couldn't dodge in time.

"Ah...ahhh...my god...ahhh..." The warriors struck screamed in agony, flailing their arms and legs, their faces contorted in agony. Moments later, they lay on the ground, writhing in pain, their screams echoing through the buildings.

The gruesome scene shocked everyone. Before they could recover, Lu Dahong and the Seventh Leader, Yi Bing, roared in unison, their voices a mixture of anger and panic. The remaining two gray-robed men were using the same trick again, their bellies swelling as if fermenting, about to become two small hills.

Kong Wei roared, "Once is bad enough, but can it be done again!" He moved swiftly, seizing the gap between the two men, and with both palms carrying immense force, struck down on their heads.

The gray-robed man ignored him completely, his arms flailing as he thrust both swords simultaneously towards his own stomach. But Kong Wei's speed was unimaginable; with two sharp cracks, the sword tips barely touched his clothes before his iron palms struck both men squarely on the forehead, instantly shattering their skulls and killing them instantly.

Surprisingly, the moment their bodies fell, blood gushed from their seven orifices, the red blood flowing onto the smooth stone pavement, suddenly turning black—a chilling black!

"Take the bodies away and cremate them! Thoroughly wash the surrounding ground with boiling water!" Kong Wei issued two brief orders. Before his subordinates could respectfully respond, he swept back to the group with a flourish of his sleeve and said in a deep voice, "Have you all noticed anything?"

Fu Heng sighed and said, "These three must be professional assassins. They committed suicide after failing to kill their target, and the method they used was so cruel, trying to take all the surrounding enemies down with them! Such cruel and fierce methods are truly unheard of!"

Sun Yuanfu pressed his chubby round face and pondered, "If I'm not mistaken, they ultimately used a kind of evil martial art called..." "The Blood Explosion Ashes Technique," he said, rapidly channeling his inner energy inward to create a highly pressurized, enclosed space. The moment a longsword pierced his body, it shattered into pieces…"

Ren Dongjie's heart skipped a beat, and he exclaimed, "Could these assassins be members of the 'Yamaguchi-gumi'?"

Kong Wei slowly nodded, replying, "That's right, they were sent by the 'Yamaguchi-gumi' to assassinate Madam Ling. More than ten years ago, the 'Yamaguchi-gumi' plotted to assassinate my brother, and they had already been utterly defeated. But then they used the 'Blood Explosion Ashes Technique,' taking my brother down with them!"

Everyone suddenly understood; no wonder Kong Wei had ordered his men to retreat as soon as he saw the man's stomach swell. Tang Gang pondered for a moment, then suddenly said, "Something's not right!"

Kong Wei asked in surprise, "What's wrong?"

Tang Gang said, "It's said that the 'Blood Explosion Ashes Technique' is incredibly powerful, capable of shattering bones in those struck by the explosive fragments. But these men who have suffered at the hands of Chief Kong seem to have been poisoned!"

Kong Wei was startled and suddenly realized, "That's right, black blood is flowing from all seven orifices of these three assassins. It seems... it seems..."

Ren Dongjie interjected, "It seems they've been poisoned by a common poison used by the Bliss Palace, isn't it?"

Everyone fell silent. The Bliss Palace was a mysterious and lewd organization that had risen to prominence in recent years. All its members were women, and each was skilled in the art of sexual cultivation. No one had ever seen the Palace Master's true face; they only knew that she was the most beautiful and venomous woman in the martial arts world, with martial arts skills reaching the pinnacle. Without sufficient certainty and evidence, no one was willing to draw conclusions easily, lest they offend the Bliss Palace.

Little Lin'er, unaware of their concerns, rolled her bright, clear eyes and innocently asked, "Master, you did mention the Blissful Palace to me, but what about the 'Yamaguchi Group'? What kind of sect is that? Why does it have such a strange name?"

Fu Heng laughed and scolded, "Little girl, talking nonsense! Do you know how many martial arts heroes tremble with fear at the mere mention of this name? Hehe, I might as well tell you! The 'Yamaguchi Group' is a renowned assassin group that has practically monopolized the assassin world for the past ten years." "All assassination deals in the martial arts world. As for the details, you can ask Old Constable Sun; he will surely know more."

A helpless expression appeared on Sun Yuanfu's round face as he said, "To my shame, I have spent several years of my life, mobilizing countless manpower and resources, yet I still cannot unveil the veil of this assassin group... The only information I can obtain is that the founder of the 'Three Mouths Group' is named Li Pinqing. The so-called 'Three Mouths' simply refers to the character 'Pin' in his name, and has no other special meaning."

"So that's where the name 'Yakuza' comes from. This is the first time I've heard of it." Ren Dongjie scratched his head thoughtfully, his eyes fixed on Kong Wei. "Second Master, even the most famous assassin group intends to assassinate Madam Ling. The situation is indeed extremely urgent. It seems that ensuring her safety will not be an easy task..."

Tang Gang smiled coldly and said arrogantly, "Why is Young Master Ren speaking so pessimistically? With so many experts here, even the strongest enemy who dares to attack will suffer a terrible fate."

"I'm not afraid of the enemy's martial arts prowess, but I'm afraid of the traitor lurking in the headquarters!" Kong Wei frowned, his voice deep. "How did the assassins from the 'Three Mouths Group' break in this time? And how did they know that Madam Ling was staying at 'Listening to the Rain Pavilion'? It's hard to believe there wasn't a traitor secretly tipping them off."

Sun Yuanfu nodded. "Second Master is right! In my opinion, from now on, we should share the responsibility of defense! With more people around, the traitor will have many concerns when he acts, and he might just slip up one day!"

Kong Wei's eyes twitched, and he said with a serious expression, "That's very good... However, you are all prominent figures in the martial arts world, so I'll have to trouble you to protect Madam Ling." "Protect them, to do such a servant's act that is beneath our dignity, our gang feels truly guilty!"

Ren Dongjie smiled slightly and said leisurely, "Master Kong, there's no need to be so polite! To serve such a peerless beauty as Madam Ling, I think everyone here is willing. Moreover..." He paused, his gaze sweeping across everyone's faces like a blade, and said lightly, "If I'm not mistaken, there are still many experts rushing towards the Divine Wind Gang! This kind of 'servile act,' if we wait a few more days, we might not even be able to snatch them..."

Luo Jingwen's facial muscles seemed to stiffen a little, and he forced a smile, "Young Master Ren is joking... How could anyone rush to come? Impossible! Could it be... haha... could it be that they've all eaten too much?"

"Master Luo is right, some people may have eaten too much, so they want to find some trouble to digest their food!" Ren Dongjie couldn't help but burst into laughter at this point. Because he clearly saw that his words had changed the expressions of everyone present—some turned pale, some turned ashen, and some even turned as red as roasted pig liver!

He suddenly realized something—everyone's expression was strange, as if they all harbored secrets! Perhaps the only one truly without secrets, with an open and honest heart, was himself!

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The sun slowly set, and magnificent fiery clouds dyed half the sky red, while countless rays of light illuminated the golden earth. An early autumn evening is inherently splendid and beautiful.

No matter how busy a person is, as long as they know how to enjoy life, they will occasionally look up to appreciate the beauty of nature and try to understand the Creator's ingenuity.

—Only two people were exceptions!

He and she sat in a dark room, gazing into the pitch-black surroundings. They hadn't even glanced at the fiery clouds, let alone the sun; in fact, they hated sunlight, because they were destined to live in the shadows.

"Today's plan has failed!" the man's voice rang out, his tone grim. "I don't know how you instructed those three assassins; they did a terrible job from start to finish."

The woman raised her head, staring coldly at him, a flash of cold light passing through her clear, autumn-water-like eyes. She said calmly, "I did my best!"

"I know this plan was difficult to execute, but—" the man's voice grew increasingly stern, each word distinct, "The Crimson Flame Treasure must be obtained; this is the Palace Master's order."

"Don't worry, I will eliminate that bitch as soon as possible!" The woman's voice held a deep-seated resentment, as she gritted her teeth and said, "Both for obtaining the treasure and for avenging myself!"

Greed and hatred are the two greatest enemies of a woman's charm. Greed makes one vulgar; hatred makes one terrifying. A vulgar and terrifying woman, even if she is as beautiful as a fairy descended from heaven, will not possess lasting or eternal attraction.

The question is, does she even want to be an attractive beauty?

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Night had fallen. In the headquarters of the Divine Wind Gang, scattered lights gradually lit up, adding a touch of warmth to the cool autumn night.

Lu Dahong sat under the brightest lamp, drinking. Bowl after bowl of wine, the fragrant liquor flowing down his chin, onto his open chest, and dripping down his muscular physique to his feet. His heart, too, seemed to fall at his feet, into the muddy dust, being mercilessly and cruelly trampled upon!

Two graceful and beautiful young women stood at his sides, secretly glancing at the man who was far more robust and imposing than most. Though their charming faces wore the most alluring smiles, their bright eyes concealed an obvious fear.

Everyone knew that when Lu Si was sulking and drinking alone, it was best not to try to stop him; whoever did would be doomed! But if no one tried to dissuade him and he just kept drinking like that, then whoever saw him when he was drunk would be in for a world of trouble!

"Fourth Master, you can't drink anymore..." The woman in red on the left finally mustered her courage and said with a sweet smile, "How about I sing you a song to help you sober up, okay?"

"Help me sober up? No need..." Lu Dahong slowly opened his eyes, stared at her sideways, and said with a strange laugh, "The only thing you can do to help me now is to use your thighs to squeeze out my semen!"

The woman in red shyly twisted her waist, her cheeks as red as the clothes she was wearing. She gently bit her lip and said softly, "As long as Fourth Master gives the order, this little woman will obey without question..."

"Bah! Obey without question my ass!" Lu Dahong suddenly threw down his wine bowl and slapped her hard across the face, shouting angrily, "In the Wind and Moon Pavilion, I told you to hold onto Ren Dongjie no matter what, and you still let him get away, didn't you? Useless bitch!"

The woman in red was knocked backward to the ground, five deep finger marks appearing on her fair face. She didn't dare to utter a sound, tears welling up in her eyes as she slowly got up and silently retreated to her original spot.

The woman in green standing to the right couldn't hold back any longer. Hands on her hips, she angrily said, "Fourth Master, it's not that my sister didn't try her best, it's just that the opponent's martial arts were too strong… Didn't you yourself fall to Young Master Ren back then?"

"Damn it, you dare talk back!" Lu Dahong roared, enraged. "The reason I failed was because of your slutty sister's mistake! Who knows if her cunt was dilated or loose, it couldn't even hold a little punk's penis…"

Suddenly, a clear, cold voice came from the darkness, saying icily, "Fourth Brother Lu, I think you've misunderstood her…"

Lu Dahong abruptly stood up, his fists clenched tightly, and shouted sharply, "Who is it?"

"Can't you even recognize my voice?" With a soft voice, a slender and beautiful young woman appeared in the night. Her pretty face was pale and cold, her clear eyes seemed sculpted from snow-capped mountains, devoid of any warmth in her gaze. She looked like a block of ice, a block of ice without any impurities, chilling to the bone!

"So it's you, Miss Han Bing!" Lu Dahong stared straight at her, veins bulging on his forehead, and sneered, "Where did I wrong this little bitch? I'd like to ask you!"

"There are many reasons why a little bitch can't hold a client..." Han Bing stopped, standing gracefully in the night wind, and said calmly, "The most fundamental problem may lie with Ren Dongjie. Maybe his thing is surprisingly small, and no woman can hold it..."

Lu Dahong laughed loudly, and the nearby fallen leaves were shaken and fluttered in the air by his laughter. He laughed for a while, then suddenly his face darkened, and he said coldly, "How do you know his thing is small? Have you seen it with your own eyes?"

"Not only have I seen it, I've experienced it firsthand!" Han Bing stamped her foot, then suddenly sneered, "His thing may be small, but he's still a man! But what about you?"

Lu Dahong's face suddenly twisted, as if he had been whipped, and he stammered, "I... what about me? Tell me!"

Han Bing brushed her hair aside and said contemptuously, "You? Besides being jealous, what else do you dare to do? Come and rape me? Or go and kill him?"

Lu Dahong's dark face turned as red as blood, and his huge body began to tremble uncontrollably. His teeth gritted, and his thick eyebrows rose frighteningly...

The woman in red and the woman in green exchanged a glance and tiptoed away along the corner of the wall. Han Bing stared at Lu Dahong, and a hint of fear flickered across her beautiful face—anyone would be afraid to see such a strong man trembling! She didn't find it funny, she just found it terrifying! Extremely terrifying!

Han Bing was now filled with dread, terrified beyond belief. She couldn't even imagine what kind of torture it would be if he were truly provoked and rushed at her to rape her.

Time seemed to stand still, and the only sound in the world seemed to be Lu Dahong's heavy breathing. He panted like an ox for a long time, finally calming down. A look of pain appeared on his dark, fierce face as he said sadly, "It's not that I'm afraid... I'm just enduring..."

He slumped onto the cold stone ground, bitterly smiling, "I've never understood why, when it's clearly an internal matter for the Divine Wind Gang, they need outsiders to help? This place was built by our seven leaders side by side; what kind of storms haven't we weathered? But now, they want me to endure—to put up with the wrath of those few treacherous guests!"

Han Bing gazed at him quietly, the ice in her eyes seemingly melting, and said softly, "Since you can't endure it any longer, why not just drive them all away! They are indeed very annoying, especially that scoundrel who calls himself 'The Flower-Chasing Prodigal,' those lecherous eyes of his, like he wants to pin me down on his bed at any moment..."

"He dares!" Lu Dahong slammed his fist on the ground, shattering the hard bricks into hundreds of fragments! His hair stood on end, and he said sternly, "If that brat dares to touch a single hair on your head, I'll grind him into mincemeat!"

Han Bing bit her lip and said softly, "And what about you? Do you want to push me onto the bed?"

A gust of wind blew by, and the surrounding scenery seemed to become somewhat hazy, and her voice suddenly became hazy and full of temptation! Her red and tender lips moved slightly, and her full breasts were wrapped in a thick shirt, looking mature and firm!

Lu Dahong stared greedily at her body, his eyes burning with a fierce fire. His Adam's apple bobbed as he gruffly said, "What's the use of me wanting? Do you really think you'd give yourself to me?"

"How do you know I won't?" Han Bing remained calm, saying indifferently, "But before I give myself to you, you must first pull yourself together..."

Lu Dahong clenched his fists again, roaring, "Pull yourself together? What do you mean? You want me to rush out, my blood boiling, and kill all those guests?"

Han Bing didn't speak. Suddenly, she gracefully spun her body, her pale green dress billowing like clouds, vaguely revealing a pair of round, glistening legs.

Unfortunately, this glimpse of spring was fleeting; she had already vanished several feet away, disappearing into the boundless night—she always understood that a smart woman should use her body to persuade a man, not her words! So she refused to utter a single extra word!

"Little girl, do you really think I'm just a muscle-bound, simple-minded fool?" Lu Dahong stared in the direction she left, a mocking glint in his eyes, muttering, "This kind of self-righteous thinking will cost you, hehe! I guarantee you will..."

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The sky grew darker, all was quiet, the autumn night silent. A pale moon slowly rose from the clouds.

Ren Dongjie walked leisurely along the cobblestone path, his hands behind his back. He lazily looked around, whistling casually, looking utterly delighted.

Especially when he thought about going to a date with a beautiful young woman, he felt even happier, and the image of Fang Wanping's voice and smile involuntarily appeared before his eyes. Her slightly haggard face, melancholic and serene temperament, and smooth, fair skin were all captivating, exuding the unique charm of a southern beauty.

—Fang Wanping's looks might not rival Madam Ling's or Han Bing's, but she was undoubtedly a first-rate beauty. Moreover, she didn't adopt a cold, aloof, or chaste demeanor; she seemed quite open-minded about such matters. Therefore, she shouldn't be difficult to win over; he'd try to conquer her tonight!

Thinking this, Ren Dongjie's excitement grew even higher. He strode confidently, and soon arrived at the agreed-upon small house, swaggering inside.

Only one lamp was lit, but the light was unusually bright. A slender woman, her back to him, was resting her chin on her hand, lost in thought. Hearing someone enter, she turned around and smiled slightly. This sweet smile, under the lamplight, appeared both delicate and alluring—it was Fang Wanping, whom he hadn't seen for a day.

Ren Dongjie bowed deeply and said solemnly, "Thirteenth Concubine, I've arrived right on time. Would you like a reward?"

Fang Wanping chuckled, then put on a stern face and said, "You made me wait a full half hour! How can you call that 'on time'? And you want a reward? Not punishing you is already an act of imperial grace!"

Ren Dongjie protested, "Didn't we agree to meet 'after dinner'? I specially arranged to meet you after dinner so I could see your splendor again and enjoy our time together as soon as possible." "The time has been moved up!"

Fang Wanping blushed upon hearing this and spat, "You smooth talker! I don't believe your nonsense! Moved up? Hmph, how much earlier? As much earlier than me? In any case, if a man makes a woman wait during a date, he is not a gentleman!"

Ren Dongjie sighed, looking distressed, and said, "I understand what Thirteenth Concubine is saying. If I had known this, I should have eaten dinner at noon, then I could have been sure of being a gentleman."

"Yes! You understand so quickly, you are teachable!" Fang Wanping said seriously for a couple of sentences, then couldn't help but giggle, her voluptuous body shining like a flower branch trembling, her two firm and high breasts shaking slightly with her laughter.

Ren Dongjie, his eyes gleaming with lust, secretly thought, "Such a mature and alluring woman, if I can't hold her in my arms and kiss her, my life will have been wasted...

" "Alright, enough joking, let's hurry up!" Fang Wanping finally stopped smiling, her expression becoming somewhat serious. She picked up the cardboard and drawing tools, looking at Ren Dongjie and saying, "Hurry up and take off your clothes, what are you waiting for? An hour is far too short for me, I don't even know if I can finish..."

Ren Dongjie coughed awkwardly, hurriedly removing all his clothes. Although he had mentally prepared himself beforehand, he still felt extremely embarrassed at the last minute. To make matters worse, despite his best efforts to control his desires, his penis remained stubbornly erect.

"You... why are you making such a fool of yourself again?" Fang Wanping's pretty face darkened, and she exclaimed in dissatisfaction, "Didn't I tell you to get your act together properly before you come?"

Ren Dongjie smiled bitterly, "Before I came, it was indeed completely exhausted, but... but as soon as it saw the Thirteenth Concubine's fair skin and beautiful face, it... it suddenly had a second spring! So, I have no choice but to trouble you to help it again..."

Fang Wanping's breasts heaved with anger, and she said indignantly, "How do you want me to help? Help you suck it again? I... I..." Last night, in a moment of panic, I did something shameful, which was already against the proper conduct of a woman. Yet you still wanted to push your luck, trying to bully me again and again! What do you take me for? A lowly prostitute?"

Ren Dongjie never expected her to be so angry. He deeply regretted his haste and hurt her self-esteem, and hurriedly said with a forced smile, "I'm sorry, it was my fault! I'll get it back to normal right now, you just wait... just wait..." As he spoke, he tried hard to banish his lustful thoughts and hold his breath, hoping to soften up quickly.

But a man's precious member often likes to play tricks on its owner. When you want it to be "perpetually erect," it goes on strike early; when you want it to rest, it stands proudly, full of energy. Ren Dongjie stood there sweating profusely for a long time, his penis only growing more and more impressive. Fang Wanping's face was ashen as she stared blankly at the colossal cannon. After a long while, her eyes slowly reddened, and glistening tears streamed down her pretty face.

"You men are all the same!" she stomped her foot, bursting into tears. "Besides that incident, is there nothing else in your hearts? Waaah… Not a single one tried to understand me, not a single one was willing to help me, waaah… What I'm pursuing is a sacred art, but you, you little brat, treat it as lewd provocation…"

Ren Dongjie felt increasingly ashamed as he listened. He had seduced many women and been seduced by many women. He had always believed that whether it was someone else's wife or a pure, innocent virgin, as long as it was consensual, there was nothing to feel guilty about. But today, facing Fang Wanping, facing a girl with such unique pursuits, yet misunderstood by the world, his heart was shaken for the first time.

"You're right, I'm no good, I... I'm even worse than an animal!" Ren Dongjie suddenly felt a strange rage towards himself. He reached for a small razor blade on the table and said fiercely, "I'll make it back to normal right now!" With that, he swung the blade down towards his erect penis.

"What are you doing?" Fang Wanping cried out in horror, rushing forward and blocking his wrist with her arm. She felt an extremely heavy force, clearly he was serious. Terrified, she gripped his fingers tightly and said in a trembling voice, "Are you crazy? Do you know what you're doing?"

"Of course I know." Ren Dongjie said calmly, "Don't worry, I'm not going to become a eunuch. Heh, I just want to scrape that thing a little, draw some blood! After such a painful lesson, it'll behave itself from now on!"

"No, no...no..." Fang Wanping was both angry and amused. She snatched the knife from her hand and shouted, "I won't allow you to have such thoughts again, do you hear me? I'd rather you think of me as a wicked woman with absurd behavior and a promiscuous lifestyle than you..."

Ren Dongjie suddenly interrupted her, saying softly, "Who said you're a promiscuous woman? Who said that? From today onwards, no matter who dares to say that about you again, I'll smash their nose!"

Fang Wanping sighed softly, "People won't say it out loud, their contempt is in their hearts..."

Ren Dongjie turned his hand and gently grasped her slender palm, saying resolutely, "No matter what people say or think, I—Ren Dongjie—know that you are a smart, talented, and extraordinary girl. Although I cannot understand the art you speak of, the world will understand sooner or later. Even if they can't understand it today, someone will eventually understand it a thousand years from now!"

Fang Wanping's eyes filled with deep emotion as she gazed at him intently. Her tears had stopped flowing, but two streaks remained on her pretty face. Her fair cheeks, like flower petals washed by rain, possessed a delicate freshness amidst their vibrancy, a touch of elegance within their vividness, making her appear even more beautiful and exquisitely lovely.

"You're such a considerate man..." Fang Wanping's face suddenly flushed a captivating blush as she murmured, "I misunderstood you! You...you're so good...so good..."

"So good? Not necessarily! But it's true that my heart is too soft!" Ren Dongjie shrugged self-deprecatingly, gently wiping away the tears from her eyes, and said with concern, "Don't think so much. Close your eyes and calm down for a while. Once you've calmed down, we'll begin..." "

Okay!" Fang Wanping responded softly, obediently closing her eyes. She seemed to be trying her best to steady her breathing, but somehow, her pretty face grew increasingly red! Her full, voluptuous breasts heaved like surging waves beneath her clothes, arousing allure. Warm breaths escaped from her slightly parted lips, the sounds of her passionate panting clearly audible…

Ren Dongjie's heart skipped a beat. Just as he was forcibly suppressing his burning desire, Fang Wanping suddenly jumped up, grabbed her collar with both hands, and ripped off her outer garment cleanly and neatly, revealing her snow-white, rounded shoulders and a large expanse of dazzling white pectoral muscle below her neck.

"What are you doing…" Ren Dongjie was utterly astonished, his tongue tied in knots of surprise. Seeing that she was only wearing a crimson bodice, her full, perky breasts protruding high beneath it, almost bursting out of the garment, and her pink, lotus-root-like arms already stretched behind her delicate body, untying the bodice's straps…

“Hey, hey, that’s not what I meant!” Ren Dongjie felt his mouth go dry, wanting to look away but unable to bear it, and hurriedly called out, “Please don’t misunderstand, what I said just now wasn’t to trick you into giving yourself to me…”

“I know.” Fang Wanping was so excited that she could barely stand, her fingers trembling, and she accidentally knotted the straps at the back. She bit her lip, struggling to untie the knots while loudly proclaiming, “I gave myself to you willingly, I like doing this!”

Ren Dongjie was stunned. When he arrived, brimming with lust, wanting her to help him satisfy his physical needs, she cried and refused; now, when he tried to be a man and act like a virtuous gentleman, she insisted on "giving" to him, and it seemed she would even offer herself to him willingly and passionately!

—It seems that women's thoughts and actions are simply beyond a man's comprehension. If any man in the world believes he fully understands women, he has certainly never suffered a loss at their hands.

"Why are you doing this?" Ren Dongjie, both amused and exasperated, picked up his coat, intending to drape it over Fang Wanping's half-naked body, but she twisted away, snatched the coat, and tossed it far out the window.

"Ren Dongjie, you only have two choices now!" Her eyes were fixed on him, and she said, word by word, "Either you leave and never see me again, letting me hate you to death! Or you come boldly back and let us...love each other properly!"

Ren Dongjie's breath caught in his throat. He hadn't expected that his occasional attempt to be a good person would lead to such a difficult choice. To leave? To stay? He had no time to consider, because he knew that hesitation would only make things worse.

--If you were Ren Dongjie, what would you choose?

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