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The room was silent, and Yushan's eyes widened.
Ever since the young man had taken a hot shower in the kitchen, changed into his newly bought clothes and shoes, and walked into Yushan's chamber, she felt as if she were possessed by a ghost.
A handsome man! Yushan swallowed hard. The young man before her looked more like a "youth" than anything else; his face was like a jade crown, with a slender figure reminiscent of a willow, and skin as pure as snow.
His long hair, half-dried after the wash, fell softly over his chest. He weakly leaned against the table, looking as tender as a freshly unearthed cabbage.
The young man's robe was not worn properly, exposing most of his fragrant shoulder and enticing collarbone.
Yushan bit the corner of her blanket, feeling utterly flustered. She wanted to scream, to roll on the floor, to pull her hair out and bang her head against the wall!
She couldn't remain calm; her luck in gambling had always left her with nothing but her underwear. Yet this time, she had accidentally brought home a little beauty!
Such a treasure could easily fetch a price of one hundred thousand taels at the brothel down the street, while she had only spent one tael to secure him for life!
Trembling, Yushan stepped forward, her face pale as a coffin from the back alley. She nervously touched the handsome man from head to toe; he was warm. She then grabbed his hand and bit it lightly—this was really not a dream.
With a hoarse voice, Yushan asked, "What... what is your name?"
The handsome man's voice was low: "Replying to my master, I am called Qin Zhenglan."
Yushan said, "Qin... what? That's too complicated. From now on, you can just be called Xiao Zhenglan."
Xiao Zhenglan slightly furrowed his delicate brows, looking somewhat reluctant but still nodded in agreement.
So obedient, no need for training! The more Yushan looked, the more satisfied she became; this time, she had truly found a treasure!
"Master..." Xiao Zhenglan gazed at her intently, suddenly reaching out to pull open his long robe. His eyes sparkled with springtime allure, and he bit his lip, his face flushed. Tears were about to spill from his enchanting eyes. "It's late at night, a moment of spring night..."
He hesitated to continue, "Since Master has bought Xiao Zhenglan, Xiao Zhenglan understands..."
In that instant, Yushan found it hard to breathe. Her blood surged, and her nose bled uncontrollably.
However, at the critical moment when Xiao Zhenglan was about to loosen his belt, the remnants of humanity pulled her back to reason. She let out a frantic cry and dashed out of the room. "It's late at night! Xiao Zhenglan, you should go to sleep! Master will just take a cold shower and come back... Ah, I won't be back! You can have the room; Master will just sleep in the kitchen!"
Watching the panicked figure flee, Xiao Zhenglan shed his shy demeanor and reverted to his usual stoic expression. If he didn't act this way, who knew how long she would keep touching him? He had always despised others touching him; if it weren't for the fact that he lacked the strength to kill right now...
In the middle of the night.
Though he had no serious external injuries, the internal wounds left by the Top Ten Masters still plagued Qin Zhenglan, preventing him from sleeping.
Sweat dripped down his forehead as he leaned against the edge of the bed. Such severe internal injuries surely wouldn't heal without at least half a year of rest.
Indeed, he was the master thief Xing Qin, known for stealing only the rarest treasures in the world. Occasionally, in a good mood, he would return wealth from nobles to the common people as Outlaw Xing Qin.
This time he was severely injured and had nowhere to hide. He originally planned to disguise himself as a refugee and blend into the crowd during a moment of lax city defenses to escape the capital and recuperate.
Little did he know that...
He remembered this person, the Female Constable of Six Gates.
Forget it, Qin Zhenglan thought with a cold smile; it was a place for healing that the enemy would least expect.
What if he was exposed?
Feeling thirsty, Qin Zhenglan got out of bed. There was no water to drink on the table, so he made his way to the kitchen in the moonlight. His internal injuries forced him to walk a few steps and then stop, and to an unknowing observer, his appearance and movements had a certain frail beauty.
In the kitchen, the owner was sound asleep on a pile of straw.
Her little face was flushed, and she was snoring softly.
As someone skilled in martial arts, Qin Zhenglan felt a wave of helplessness at how someone could sleep so peacefully so close to danger.
He placed his hand on her neck, feeling her carotid artery pulse beneath his palm... If he were exposed, he could just kill her.
However, he believed that this person's intelligence was such that he could remain hidden for a hundred years without worry.
Suddenly, the owner turned over and rolled off the straw pile, hitting her head hard on the ground. She let out a soft whimper before reaching back for the straw pile and hugging a piece of wood as she fell back asleep. A moment later, she rolled over again and fell down once more...
Watching her, Qin Zhenglan felt an inexplicable sense of amusement wash over him. He quickly suppressed the smile that had crept onto his lips, shrugged his shoulders, and walked out of the kitchen.
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