"What... what are you doing?!"

  Just after stepping into the small cabin next to the main cabin, Rezarang's sharp eyes widened again into round bells.

  After Luan Shanyun successfully kidnapped his target earlier, to prevent anyone from tracking him, he made the sea route back to his Jin Island lair extremely complicated, taking a great deal of effort to loop and twist back and forth. Now that the sea battle is over, sailing day and night from this sea area back to the main island of Luzon will take about five days to arrive.

  Rezarang's ship set off yesterday evening, and on the sea voyage back to the main island, the Eighth Princess of the Kingdom of Luzon was on board.

  Victors become kings, losers are bandits. At this moment, this "defeated bandit" was not thrown into the unventilated bottom hold where groceries and grain were stored, but was placed in the small cabin next to the main cabin. This was because someone was used to respecting women, and thought favorably of her for being a woman, unwilling to let her suffer too much hardship.

  "Can't you just stay still?" Rezarang, who had taken turn guarding on the deck with his brothers in the second half of the night, returned to the main cabin at dawn, only to find that the sleeping woman on the bed was nowhere to be seen. Shocked, he came straight to the small cabin without a second thought, and sure enough, she was up to "no good" again.

  Hua Duomei, who had just been lightly scolded, looked back, blinked slowly and smiled. She wrung out the cotton cloth soaked in clear water in her hand and wiped it over Lu Yun's still sleeping face, saying as she did: "I am being very still, I haven't done anything. You tied her up tight, wrapped her like a May rice dumpling. If she's bound for too long her limbs will go numb, I have to loosen the rope to get her blood circulating again." She wiped her peach blossom forehead, peach blossom cheeks, peach blossom nose, ears, mouth. "Besides, you made her inhale too much calming incense, she's knocked out cold. I woke up and had nothing to do, so I came over to check on her..."

  Her voice was low and slightly hoarse, probably because she had suffered a minor internal injury, and her qi and blood were not as full as before.

  Rezarang walked closer, pressed his large palm to her forehead to check her temperature. Though his expression was clearly displeased, his tone had steadied.

  "Keeping her by your side is not a wise move. Luan Shanyun's men were taken away by the Mosse people, she should have been handed over to them too."

  "Let the Mosse clan take her to exchange for those male pets back on Jin Island?" She quietly pressed her chest to suppress a cough, and shook her head. "Lu Yun will only have two ends in their hands — one is death, and when she's dead everything is over. The other is that she really gets exchanged back as a hostage, once she returns to Jin Island, after she regains her strength she'll stir up trouble again, get her revenge, use even crueler methods, and none of us will have a good life anymore."

  She stood up, and when she caught sight of the man frowning and stepping closer, her lightly swaying body naturally nestled into the chest he promptly offered her. She did not hide her frailty at all, even openly "showed off" this perfectly natural weakness, to win the man's heartache.

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  Heartache me, heartache me... don't hold back, heartache me as much as you want...

  Hearing him let out a very helpless low sigh, she smiled secretly, and automatically wrapped her arms around his waist.

  "If Lu Yun can join my 'Feixia Tower', cultivate her character and conduct, there will no longer be such a person as Luan Shanyun in Nanyang sea shipping. Just like Feng Shantang, she can abandon that evil name of Wolf Ghost and start everything over again. That's best for everyone."

  "Let her... follow you? Cultivate her character?" He almost choked. What kind of cultivation can 'Feixia Tower' produce? It's really questionable!

  He held her snow-white jaw, his face full of disapproval, and mocked viciously: "The Tower Master really thinks so much of her! First Danhua and the twelve little servant girls took all your attention, now this thief woman comes along! As long as it's female, you have to keep your eye on them, right?"

  Oh dear, I've set the Master off again!

  Hua Duomei said: "That's not entirely true... there is one man, from beginning to end, I have always kept my eye on him, um... of course he's also in my heart. I can't let him go, can't forget him, I can only helplessly go around and around after him..." Her soft fingers groped, stroking the two sword wounds on his shoulder and arm. Both had been bandaged with clean cloth, slightly raised. Her touch was full of affection and pity. "Master Rezarang, do you know who this person is?"

  When the Tower Master wants to tease people, she can use every trick in the book.

  When the Tower Master wants to comfort people, she can also use every trick in the book.

  His heart swayed, his head went a little light, sparks flashed in his eyes, and he even had an illusion that he was almost going to lose himself completely.

  "Who exactly this person is, Tower Master, you can just say it clearly. I am all ears." Steadying his mind, he slowly tightened his arms, holding the soft body in his arms tighter, not caring if the two sword wounds ached from being pressed.

  This bad man, he just has to make me say it out loud.

  Her cheeks warmed, shy at the pure affection hidden in her heart. This little girlish shyness doesn't fit her identity as Tower Master, she can't let too much of it show.

  "So, are you willing to let bygones be bygones with this Tower Master, and stop being angry at me?"

  His thick eyebrows raised. "I didn't say I was going to forgive you." Even as he said this, he lowered his head and kissed the top of her hair.

  "In that case, when you've cooled off one day and aren't angry anymore, you can come ask me for the answer then." She smiled, tilted her head slightly, half closed her eyelashes and listened to his strong heartbeat.

  The corner of his mouth softened involuntarily. Rezarang held back the smile that threatened to show, and kissed that sweet lips hard, then suddenly remembered she was injured, so he abruptly lightened the intensity of the lingering kiss, but kissed deeper.

  "Huff... hmm..." Intermittent groans came from below.

  The groans sounded again, and the four wet lips finally knew to separate.

  Le Salang stood in front of her, glaring at Lyu Yun lying on the ground. The latter let out random groans as if in a dream, his face changing slightly, as if struggling to wake up, yet his consciousness was still wandering far away, unable to regain clarity no matter what.

  Suddenly, his sharp eyes widened fiercely, fixed on a certain spot, not moving even for an instant.

  "Sigh, it's already broad daylight." Hua Duomei knew what he had seen, thinking that if they kept Lyu Yun here, he would find out about this sooner or later; it was better to do it today than pick another day.

  Scratching her chin, she coughed lightly, and said in a calm, casual tone: "Is it really that shocking? When you men wake up at dawn, you're often as hard as a pillar, standing as tall and erect as you can get, you can't even control it yourselves, isn't that right?"

  Changxiao's gaze drifted toward the crotch of the dignified Eighth Princess, the thin fabric stretched high and bulging, showing that what was inside was no trivial matter.

  "Sh-she... y-you... you bastard! Is this witch a man or a woman?" Roar!