Chapter 13: The Flower-Picking Thief (2)
"Pfft." Sun Jiaojiao felt no sense of danger at all. Still thinking she was in a drunken dream, she pinched her forehead and laughed. "You're a Flower-Picking Thief? Doesn't that mean it's useless even if I scream my lungs out?"
The man froze.
He hadn't expected Sun Jiaojiao to analyze her current situation so quickly.
Blown by the cool wind, Sun Jiaojiao's squinted eyes finally opened a little. Only after seeing clearly that there was indeed a living, breathing man in black standing before her did she frown. "Still not done playing? This is the Minister's Residence. You little pervert, you should hurry up and escape while you haven't been discovered. Otherwise, when my eighteen expert guards see you, forget about 'picking flowers,' you'll be lucky if your little dick isn't chopped off and fed to the dogs!"
In truth, the man before her had a commanding presence. Even in black, his dashing, unrestrained air was undeniable. His eyes, in particular, could make a person sink into them with just one look.
His black hair was tied back, but the ends fluttered in the cold wind, looking just like a cool and stylishly handsome man from a martial arts drama.
Sun Jiaojiao really wanted to pull off his mask and see if, beneath those beautiful eyes, there was a face handsome enough to suffocate her. But she was intimidated by his powerful aura, and coupled with her drunkenness, she just stared at his beautiful eyes in a daze, forgetting to even get close to him.
When the man heard her vulgar words—"pervert," "little dick"—so filthy, without a trace of a high-born lady's demeanor, he was a bit surprised. He took a deep breath and questioned her with a frown, "You're drunk?"
His tone... actually sounded a bit unhappy?
"If you don't leave, I'm really going to shout. Once I shout, you won't be able to escape! Just wait for your little dick to be chopped off!" Sun Jiaojiao couldn't be bothered to play with him anymore. She strained her voice and yelled, "Xiao Yi? Xiao San? Xiao Si? Where the hell are you?"
She would call for anyone but Xiao Er. Piss off that wooden post!
But wouldn't you know it, those guards who usually loved to stand in her way carrying their swords were nowhere to be found when she called.
Sun Jiaojiao felt like she had lost all face. She stomped her foot in anger and shouted twice more.
Still no result.
The man in black waved his hand, probably thinking Sun Jiaojiao was being an idiot. He simply sealed her acupoints, then slung her horizontally over his shoulder, upside down. He didn't grope her or do anything. Perhaps he wanted to find a more convenient place to do the vile deed. He glanced around, confirmed the general direction of her chambers, then tapped his foot lightly and flew through the air toward it.
Being inverted over his shoulder like this, all of Sun Jiaojiao's blood rushed to her head. She was instantly, completely sober.
Holy shit!
Don't tell me she's really run into a Flower-Picking Thief?
And one with extremely high-level martial arts?
Back in the courtyard, when she had pretended to have heatstroke and was lying on Xiao Er, groping and rubbing him, he had also held her and flown a few steps with his lightness skill. But it wasn't as fast or as steady as this man in black.
By her judgment, this man's martial arts were definitely several times better than Xiao Er's, maybe more.
She had called for those wooden posts for so long and they hadn't appeared. Could it be... they had been killed by this man in black?
Sun Jiaojiao shivered. 'I'm done for!' she screamed in her head.
Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit! What should I do? I've had the bad luck to run into a Flower-Picking Thief with powerful martial arts. This guy isn't one of those ruthless types, who rapes first and then kills, is he?
Sun Jiaojiao's head was about to explode...
In those brief two seconds of flying through the air, Sun Jiaojiao had already mentally prepared herself. A Flower-Picking Thief, so be it! Running into a hottie of this caliber, getting slept with... it wasn't a loss. If she couldn't fight, she would just use her eighteen types of skills: licking, teasing, hooking, blowing. She'd put her life on the line to be a siren, to serve that Flower-Picking Thief's rod until he was satisfied. Maybe he'd find her so slutty and wild, so unforgettable, that he'd want to keep her around for another "picking" session, and spare her life for now...
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