"Still a little hot pepper!" Qin Yue’s smile grew more apparent as he watched Sheng An’s hand descend but didn’t dodge.
When the moment came for her palm to touch his cheek, he swiftly sidestepped. Sheng An, pulled forward by his motion, fell straight ahead while he slightly lowered his head, his thin lips brushing past Sheng An’s cheek.
"Jerk! You stinking scoundrel!" Sheng An was furious, wildly swinging the basket in her hand at Qin Yue.
She didn’t care if it looked good or was uncivilized! She hit him anyway!
"Stop hitting!" Qin Yue, seeing that he had really provoked her, quickly jumped to dodge. He had broken a rib and hadn’t even stayed in the hospital for a day. Taking advantage of a trip back South, he sneaked over to see her and ended up getting beaten!
Is there such a failed scoundrel in the world?
"It’s just a kiss. If you feel wronged, I’ll let you kiss me back."
"You dare to say that, you dare—see if I won’t beat you to death!" Sheng Ning chased after him with the basket raised.
"Murdering your own husband..."
"Shut up! Don’t you scream!" Where did this scoundrel come from? How come she had never seen him before? Daring to ruin her reputation was just too much!
"I won’t scream! I won’t!" Qin Yue knew there was no one on the road at this time; no one would hear them, which is why he dared to do this.
If anyone did overhear, it would indeed damage the girl’s reputation.
"Call me ’husband,’ and I will stop screaming." Qin Yue was raising the stakes.
"Get lost!" How stupid is this person?
Qin Yue grabbed Sheng An’s hand; his strength and height were overwhelming for her.
With a strong pull, Sheng An involuntarily moved close to him. Her pretty nose bumped into Qin Yue’s chest, making him grunt in pain.
Sheng An’s heart inexplicably began pounding fiercely as if it wanted to leap out. She was so nervous she even forgot to breathe, staring at him with black, bright eyes.
"Remember, my name is Qin Yue! Qin as in Qin Dynasty, Yue as in superiority!" Qin Yue declared dominantly, "Your future husband, remember that!"
Sheng An’s eyes widened, wanting to punch him, but she couldn’t break free.
"Little girl, being gentle makes you more lovable."
"Scram, stinking rascal." If she could win, she would definitely show him why the flower is red .
"Are you letting go or not?"
Asking a rascal, a scoundrel to let go isn’t that nonsense?
"Kiss me, and I will let go."
Damn it... Sheng An was infuriated. She exerted all her strength to break free from Qin Yue’s grip, kicking out directly.
Qin Yue’s skills, even if he were half-paralyzed, were not something she could surpass.
Worried she’d be at a disadvantage, Sheng An didn’t even want the basket anymore and ran home as fast as she could. She ran breathlessly all the way back, leaning against the front door, her heart nearly leaping out.
"An’an, why did your basket come back first?" Sheng Laosan came out from the yard, holding the basket Sheng An had dropped halfway, noticing his daughter leaning against the door.
Upon seeing the basket, Sheng An’s scalp exploded. She wanted to tell her dad but hesitated, fearing he would worry, and ultimately decided against it.
Anyway, tales of encountering scoundrels on the road always sounded bad; later, there might even be idle gossip.
She might as well keep it to herself!
She guessed this scoundrel was probably not local; perhaps he was from out of town.