Chapter 2

The affairs of the world are indeed strange.

Some questions no one can find answers to, and some mysteries can never be unraveled.

However, Yan Xiaokai's current doubts had somewhat been answered by the girl. This place was neither heaven nor hell, but still in the human world. However, under the vast sky, all land belongs to the emperor, and all people are his subjects. If this was still the Tang Dynasty, he should have recognized it!

Although Yan Xiaokai's predecessor was a dual scholar and martial arts champion, well-read and knowledgeable about the Five Classics, he could not figure out where he was from the unfamiliar and eerie surroundings.

Unable to find answers to his own questions, he could at least answer the woman's question. Before doing so, he decided to check himself. He first touched his face, then looked at his arms and legs. As for below, he didn't need to look, because it was normal, and... seemingly even larger than before.

"I think... well, I should still be a human, right!"

"Should?" Zheng Peilin was almost driven to despair. "What do you mean by 'should'? Is there even a 'should' in this? Don't you know whether you're a human or a ghost?"

"Shut up, I really don't know!" Yan Xiaokai snapped, his anger flaring.

"You..." Zheng Peilin was about to lash out, but the situation with Yan Xiaokai was too bizarre. Especially his eyes, which were dark, sharp, and deep, yet also carried a hint of confusion, completely different from the fearful, timid, and cowardly Yan Xiaokai she remembered. So she suppressed her anger.

Zheng Peilin looked at him carefully again, thinking, "Oh no, did I hit him so hard that he's gone crazy... No, he was already crazy enough. Now, he seems to have become even more cunning and perceptive!"

Just as she was puzzled and doubtful, she noticed his eyes roving over her body. Confused, she looked down and immediately screamed, "Ah, what are you looking at? What are you looking at?"

Yan Xiaokai almost laughed. What else could he look at besides her body?

Zheng Peilin quickly grabbed the wooden basin from the ground to cover herself, but the basin, used for washing, was limited in size. Her figure was so slender and graceful that covering one part left another exposed, revealing her beauty in all its glory, which was almost criminal.

At this moment, Yan Xiaokai, who was still in a daze, asked, "Miss, why aren't you wearing clothes?"

Zheng Peilin was stunned.

I'm not wearing clothes?

Why am I not wearing clothes?

Do I wear clothes to take a bath??

Am I crazy?

Just then, she remembered that he had burst in to spy. She immediately became furious again, regardless of whether he was half-dead, resurrected, or just pretending to be confused. She leaped up and kicked him with one of her legs.

"Hey?" In that split second, Yan Xiaokai let out a surprised exclamation.

Where is it?

Damn!

This woman is a white tiger!

A white tiger is a sign of great misfortune!

Yan Xiaokai quickly glanced up, and indeed, she had a large chest!

As he thought this, Zheng Peilin's flying side kick was already in front of him. Although she was naked, her skills as a fifth-degree black belt in Taekwondo were not to be underestimated.

If it were the old Yan Xiaokai, this fierce and deadly kick would have sent him flying out the window and onto the ground.

But this kick, facing the current dual scholar and martial arts champion, was like a show of empty moves.

Too slow!

Too weak!

Absolutely laughable!

Yan Xiaokai snorted in disdain and moved to dodge.

With his original strength, such a move, suitable only for street performances in the Tang Dynasty, would have been harmless to him. He could have killed her with a single finger, and her attack wouldn't even touch his clothes if he didn't want it to.

But this time, he miscalculated!

His reaction was fast, but this body was too weak, and his movements were too slow. His limbs couldn't keep up with his thoughts, and his head couldn't control his body, so his nose was hit by Zheng Peilin's foot.

His nose didn't break, but it swelled and bled, with two streams of fresh blood flowing down like snot.

"Hey?" Two surprised exclamations echoed simultaneously, one from Yan Xiaokai, who was holding his nose, and the other from Zheng Peilin.

That kick, delivered in a fit of rage, was almost her full strength. Even the instructors at the academy would find it hard to withstand, so she was confident she could knock this wimp out with one kick. But to her surprise, he managed to dodge, and she only grazed his nose.

Yan Xiaokai was also surprised because he didn't think he should have missed. As he puzzled over it, he felt his body and found his dantian empty, with no trace of internal energy. His limbs felt weak and powerless.

How strange, how could this be?

Seeing the fierce woman's expression shift from surprise back to anger, Yan Xiaokai became anxious. If she was a street performer, he was now a stuffed pillow!

"Fine, let's see what you, this wimp, can do!" Zheng Peilin roared and pounced again.

Yan Xiaokai was startled. This woman had a large chest, a big temper, and an even bigger presence. Now that he had lost his martial arts skills, it was best to avoid her, so he ran.

In the large bathhouse, one chased, and one ran.

One ignored her complete exposure, and the other ignored the direction, chasing in a chaotic circle, a sight to behold.

Anyone who didn't know better might think they were playing "Ding Ding Zhuan, Chrysanthemum Garden"!

In the end, Zheng Peilin caught up with Yan Xiaokai and pinned him to the ground.

Yan Xiaokai was helpless. His current body was too weak, weak like... well, weak like dog poop on the street, something anyone could step on.

Zheng Peilin, triumphant, said, "Humph, run now, run now!"

Yan Xiaokai was helpless. He wanted to close his eyes and pretend to be dead, but he couldn't bear to, because he was lying on his back, and Zheng Peilin was naked and straddling him, her hands pressing his to prevent him from escaping or resisting.

This position was as ambiguous and intimate as it could be.

Who could resist such a close-up view of a beautiful woman's bare chest?

At this moment, Yan Xiaokai decided that if this woman dared to do anything inappropriate, like the Empress Yun, he would... he would... give in!

Yes, give in!

Seeing Yan Xiaokai, who was pinned down, just staring with wide eyes, not speaking, not moving, and not resisting, Zheng Peilin smiled smugly. But her triumph lasted only two seconds before she felt something wrong.

What she was pressing with her buttocks was growing and hardening, making her extremely uncomfortable. When she realized what it was, her eyes widened in shock, and a flush quickly spread across her face.

Seeing her expression, Yan Xiaokai felt helpless. He didn't want to, but he was a normal man, and being straddled by a naked beauty, how could he not react?

"You, pervert!" Zheng Peilin, blushing and furious, quickly released his hands and sat up, covering her chest with one hand and raising the other to slap him, wanting to teach him a lesson about inappropriate reactions at inappropriate times and places.

But with Yan Xiaokai's intelligence and quick reflexes, he knew what she was going to do. As soon as she released his hands, he immediately sat up, tightly hugging her waist and burying his face in her shoulder to avoid her slap.

Suddenly hugged by a strange man, especially in such an awkward and intimate position, Zheng Peilin was stunned, dazed, and speechless. A strange feeling crept over her. When she came to her senses, she found Yan Xiaokai still hugging her tightly and started pounding his shoulders and back, shouting, "Bastard, let me go!"

Zheng Peilin's skills were formidable. If anyone else were in his place, they might have been injured within a minute. But she needed to use her strength, and with Yan Xiaokai's hands under her armpits, tightly hugging her, she couldn't find a point of leverage. So, instead of hurting him, it felt like she was giving him a massage, which he found quite comfortable.

"Bastard, pervert, scum, trash... let me go now!"

Zheng Peilin kept hitting and cursing, but Yan Xiaokai ignored her, holding her tightly and firmly.

What a joke, to let go of a beautiful, fiery woman in his arms? Only a fool would do that!

So, Yan Xiaokai let her curse, let her hit, and let her struggle, determined to hold on no matter what. If she wanted him to let go, it was impossible.

The more she struggled, the more Yan Xiaokai enjoyed it.

For the next ten to twenty minutes, Yan Xiaokai truly experienced a full-body massage.

Only when Zheng Peilin stopped cursing and hitting did Yan Xiaokai finally take action. He straightened his back and leaned forward, pinning her down, just as firmly and tightly.

Zheng Peilin was shocked, her face pale, and she trembled, "What, what do you want to do?"

Yan Xiaokai smiled lecherously, "Miss, can you guess?"

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