Chapter Eleven

  Zhao Xian was amused by Huang Tian's angry expression, and he shook his head with a smile. He pointed to the charcoal stove beside him and said, "Squatting here is just as good, the cold wind at the door will freeze your brain."

  "Hmph! Big oaf!" Huang Tian Tian glared at Zhao Xian, reluctantly walked to the black charcoal stove and squatted down, listlessly pulling the bellows while cautiously avoiding the flying sparks.

  After thinking carefully for a while, Huang Tian finally recalled the upper sentence from earlier and hurriedly cleared her throat, saying: "The spring breeze always blames the willow for being too sentimental. What do you think of this upper sentence? Is there anything you'd like to say?" She raised her big eyes, staring at Zhao Xian with a mixture of provocation and curiosity.

  Does the east wind always blame the willow for being too sentimental? Zhao Xian furrowed his brow, looked outside the door, and saw snowflakes fluttering down. It was clearly winter, and there were no willows to speak of, let alone an east wind. Moreover, this phrase seemed to be something a lonely woman in her boudoir would say to an unfaithful lover. What did this little girl mean by saying it to him?

  Zhao Xian cautiously glanced at Huang Dajie, seeing that her eyes were clear and without any other implication, before slightly letting out a breath of relief, thinking that this violent lass had heard it from somewhere else and was intentionally flaunting it in front of him.

  However, Huang Tian was obediently pulling the windbox for him, and Zhao Xian was quite satisfied. He didn't want to expose her, so he slightly hesitated for a moment and murmured: "Winter nights... often wear... warm clothes."

  "Pffft!" Huang Daxia stumbled, her small face flushing bright red, and even the fun of pulling the bellows was gone. She couldn't help but laugh out loud, getting up and saying: "You... what is this thing?! Trying to laugh me to death? Haha..."

  Miss Huang laughed with a trembling flower branch, the small cotton hat on her head also trembled, paired with her rosy cheeks, showing a few points of cute and lovely young girl.

  "This girl wouldn't be trying to seduce me, would she? Zhao Xian's eyebrows slightly raised, and he cautiously said: 'Such a mysterious and thought-provoking couplet, if an ordinary young lady were to say it to me, I could let it pass. But since you, Huang Tian Tian, are the one saying it, I don't dare respond carelessly. If you were to take advantage of me because of this, wouldn't I be at a great loss?'"

  "Die on the side!" Huang Tian's face turned slightly red, and she naturally understood the meaning of the first line. This was originally a secret language between sisters in their boudoir, but earlier there was no inspiration, and she couldn't think of a suitable first line, so she used this sentence to cope with it for now. Now that she thinks about it, it's indeed somewhat out of place.

  Since it's already been said, Huang Tian didn't beat around the bush either. With a slight raise of his chin, he said, "Don't worry about what I mean, just focus on your next move."

  You're still so arrogant and unreasonable, no wonder you're my arch-nemesis Zhao Xian.

  Zhao Xian threw down the hammer, untied his leather apron and walked up to Huang Tian, saying: "The couplet is fine, but I'm very busy, no reward, I won't speak."

  "What do you want, Qiu Tuan?" Huang Tian's height was only up to Zhao Xian's chin. At this time, Zhao Xian had his upper body exposed, standing in front of her, his broad chest blocking her completely. Before he even approached, a wave of fiery masculine aura wafted over, causing her heart to skip a beat as she involuntarily took a step back, warily guarding against the approaching Zhao Xian.

  Huang Tian's nickname was violent, but after all, she was just a 17-year-old girl. A man much taller than her stood in front of her with his upper body exposed, and even though she was bold, she couldn't hide the tension inside, her dark and shiny eyes darting around, not daring to look directly at Zhao Xian's body.

  Zhao Xian smiled secretly, a strange sense of pleasure arose in his heart. He glanced at Huang Daxiaojie with a frivolous expression and said: "If I win, you'll give me a kiss, how about that?"

  Huang Tian's face suddenly turned red, and she didn't expect Zhao Xian to mention this condition. She glared at Zhao Xian with a fierce gaze, but didn't rush to react, instead furrowing her brow and asking: "What if you can't make it up?"

  This little girl thought she would be furious immediately. Zhao Xian was somewhat unexpected and continued to speak eloquently: "If it's not a match, of course I'll kiss you once, how fair."

  "Damn it!" Huang Tian finally realized that Zhao Xian was fooling her, and in a fit of rage, she picked up the iron rod on the nearby rack and swept it towards Zhao Xian.

  "Hey, hey! We're having a writing competition, and whoever makes the first move is considered to have lost." Zhao Xian smiled lightly, raised his hand to grab the iron rod, and in front of him was a small girl with a thin layer of anger on her face. Her small face was cherry red, which also had some charm. Zhao Xian wasn't interested in Huang Tian Tian, but he wouldn't refuse something that was delivered right to his doorstep.

  Huang Tian glared at Zhao Xian with a fierce gaze, releasing the iron rod in her hand, and coldly said: "Since it's a fight of wits, you should come up with a matching couplet. Using such despicable tactics to bully me, a woman, what kind of man are you?"

  You're also a woman? Apart from looking alike, I really can't see anything else. Zhao Xian muttered to himself, revealing a sly smile, put down the iron club, and slowly pushed Huang Tian to the corner of the wall, with both hands supporting the wall, lowering his head to gaze at her deeply and affectionately, saying in a soft voice: "The spring breeze blames the willow for being too sentimental, the autumn rain cries for the thin luck of humans, how is it? Are you enchanted by me? Come let me kiss you..."

  "Autumn rain weeps for the thin lucky man..." Huang Tian's eyes lit up, and he gently patted his hand in great praise. The autumn rain for the spring breeze, the sentimental willow for the thin lucky man, on the surface, not a single word can be picked out as flawed, and the word "weep" is even more evocative of the autumn rain's lingering and sorrowful beauty, overflowing with tears. Compared to the first line, the atmosphere is stronger by more than one degree.

  Huang Tian savored the moment, just about to praise him a few words, but suddenly found that Zhao Xian's gaze was actually wandering around her chest, his face getting closer and closer, his hot breath almost spraying onto her face.

  "Ah!" Huang Tian kicked Zhao Xian away with one foot, his face flushed red. Having suffered such a sneak attack, he was furious but couldn't say it outright. He covered his chest and glared at Zhao Xian, scolding: "Shameless!"

  "Ahem!" Caught red-handed, Zhao Xian's face also turned slightly red, but relying on his super-thick skin, he quickly recovered and continued hammering away, changing the subject: "The lower half is done, do you have anything else to say? Be good and let me give you a kiss, one must keep their promises."

  Huang Tian's face was burning with a fiery sensation, his complexion alternating between red and white. He leaned against the wall, feeling extremely uncomfortable all over, and had an inexplicable strange feeling in his heart. Even his usual heroic spirit couldn't be roused.

  Zhaonian was speechless after being teased by his friends, but he couldn't really let them kiss him, that would be too embarrassing.

  Huang Tian's eyes narrowed, her silver teeth clenched tightly, and she fell silent for a moment before slowly raising a cold smile. "Zhao Xian, since you're so full of knowledge, why must you hide and bully me, a woman? The day after tomorrow, the Songshan Academy will hold a literary gathering, and all the famous scholars from Jiangnan are invited. If you can surpass everyone with your talents, I won't just let you kiss me, but I'll also do whatever you want."

  This little girl, in order to regain face, dares to say anything.

  Zhao Xian's movements paused slightly, and he turned his head to glance at Huang Tianyan. He saw that the big eyes were filled with a few threads of discontent. He shook his head helplessly, using the tongs to flip the iron disc over, and then brought it down with a loud clang, causing the entire blacksmith shop to tremble slightly. "Zhao is a rough man," he said with a smile, "neither a scholar nor a famous figure, that place is not for him."

  Huang Tian's temper was notorious, and when she saw Zhao Xian not responding, she shouted in a sharp voice: "Are you going or not?"

  Dare to threaten me? I won't go, what can you do to me? Zhao Xian shook his head resolutely and said: "I'm not going"

  "What a tragedy! Oh, heaven have mercy!..." Huang Tian Tian rushed to the door and wailed loudly, her heart-wrenching cries piercing the air, enough to move anyone who heard them to tears. Even Meng Jiangnu's lamentation of the Great Wall might not be as sorrowful as this.

  "My god! Zhao Xian suddenly jumped up, threw away the fire tongs and hammer, rushed to the door, pressed Huang Tian's body tightly against it while covering her mouth with his hand, kicked the door shut with his foot, and shouted: "Are you crazy, you damned woman?""

  Huang Tian was gagged and tightly held by Zhao Xian, who was naked from the waist up. A flash of anger crossed her eyes as she kicked Zhao Xian's leg with all her might, struggling to break free. However, instead of succeeding, she found herself being held even tighter in his arms.

  Zhao Xian held down Huang's sister, observing from the door crack that there were no passersby outside. If someone had heard this, he would have been laughed to death by those little rascals under him, and he wouldn't be able to explain it for the rest of his life.

  "Ah!" Zhao Xian was about to warn Huang Tian a few words, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in his hand. He looked down and found that she had bitten him, directly biting into the flesh of his palm, causing him to hiss out a mouthful of cold air.

  "You're a dog!" Zhao Xian's heart was furious, what a bad temper, encountering something unpleasant, she had to argue and fight without considering the consequences, being controlled by others but still biting back, if he didn't teach her a lesson, this girl would become uncontrollable.

  Zhao Xian's anger grew as he saw that she was still not behaving herself, and with a swift motion, he slapped her buttocks with the back of his hand.

  "Bang!"

  A crisp sound, Huang Xiaonu's body suddenly trembled, and the two of them were stunned. The room was suddenly quiet, with only a faint crackling sound from the stove.

  Zhao Xian reacted and felt pretty good, subconsciously pinched a bit, the only feeling was: the butt is quite plump, the touch... not bad...

  "Wooo..."

  Buttocks are sore, numb and tingling, making Huang Tian's body tremble with electricity. He suddenly reacted, his body violently struggling, and the 'Wu Wu' in his mouth was clearly scolding people.

  He hit once, and it was a hit; he hit twice, and it was still a hit. Seeing that the girl was not honest, Zhao Xian ruthlessly gave her another heavy slap on her tight buttocks. The tightly closed buttock flesh was smooth and slippery, with an unspoken beauty, making his heart slightly flutter.

  This force was so great that Huang Tian's lower body ached, his body felt like an electric current had passed through it, and he shook violently for a moment. He didn't dare to struggle anymore, and his eyes were covered with a layer of mist. With a mixture of sadness and anger, he stared at Zhao Xian.

  Huang Tian was still a spoiled and stubborn young girl, only 28 years old. She had some vague understanding of intimate relationships between men and women, but she had never experienced it before. Now being beaten and touched by someone, this kind of shameful thing, she couldn't bear it, let alone being bullied by her arch-nemesis since childhood. Her heart was filled with anger, confusion, and grievance.

  Zhao Xian felt a little uneasy under that pitiful and pleading gaze. After all, she was just a young girl, and this was somewhat excessive.