"Ugly people always cause trouble, don't they?!" The woman sneered, her eyes fixed on Young Master Pei.

For some reason, a chill ran through Pei Gongzi's heart. What was going on? Why was his body reacting like this? How could a tall, strong man like him be afraid of a woman?

That doesn't make sense.

Regardless of whether it's scientific or not, what happened next was beyond scientific comprehension; it was as bizarre as if it had escaped Earth's gravity.

Young Master Pei felt lightheaded, as if his body didn't belong to him, and his thoughts were stuck at a certain point, unable to return to their original state for a long time.

His dazed state quickly drew the dissatisfaction of a woman, "Why aren't you reacting? Shouldn't you be calling out at this time?"

Finally, Young Master Pei's pupils, which had been unfocused for a long time, slowly focused. He glared at the woman who was practically straddling him and frantically tearing at his clothes, and said irritably, "Please tell me, what should I call you at this moment?"

The woman didn't detect the sarcasm in his tone at all. When he asked her a question, she thought about it seriously for a moment before answering Young Master Pei, "According to the plot, you should be shouting for help at this point."

In the twenty-odd years that Young Master Pei has lived, there are very few people he can truly admire, and in terms of gender, none of them are women.

So here comes a pair of shoes that always walk by the river, shoes that boasted they'd never get wet in their entire lives, and finally they've gotten wet—well, saying they're wet is a bit too modest.

Who does Pei Hang think he is? Playing around is never in his nature. Even if his shoes get wet, he'll get them completely soaked. So what if his feet get wet? He'll get his whole body wet.

Although this wetness was forced, it was also in line with his expectations. The first woman in his life who he truly admired had finally appeared.

Young Master Pei took a deep breath, looked at the woman who was riding on him like a idiot with the same gaze he'd given her, and cursed her without any politeness, "What are you saying? Are you sick in the head?"

The woman's eyes curved into crescent moons. "Handsome, you're right, I really am sick!"

As he spoke, a pair of scissors suddenly appeared in his hand. "At this moment, I felt like I was sick and really wanted to sing a song."

Young Master Pei heard his own voice trembling noticeably, "What do you want to sing?"

"It's an old song that many people are familiar with, and I'm sure you've heard it too. It's called 'Keep the Roots.'" The woman said proudly. "How about I sing you a couple of lines now? As for whether the lyrics are wrong, don't worry about it too much. Anyway, I'm sure I know the key words 'Keep the Roots.'"

Young Master Pei was both shocked and furious. "You...you...I'm warning you, take the scissors off me right now!"

This woman who suddenly appeared out of nowhere might really be a madwoman, otherwise she wouldn't be holding scissors and pretending to cut off one of the most important organs in his body.

She can be calculative about anything, but you should never argue with a madwoman, because she can even kill without breaking the law, let alone just injure someone.

Faced with this passive situation, Young Master Pei was deeply saddened. Why could he, a tall and strong man, be no match for a woman who was half a head shorter than him? It wasn't that he underestimated her, nor that he was drunk and his strength was unsteady; it was simply that he was no match for that woman.

She must have practiced karate, and at a very high level, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to defeat him in the men's restroom of the nightclub and then carry him directly to this hotel.

Not only has this woman reached a level in karate that he can't beat, but she also has astonishing strength. I have to say again, this is simply unscientific.

No, it could also be scientific. For example, someone who looks like a woman might not actually be a woman. With the advancement of technology and the times, a third and a fourth type of person have emerged in society, in addition to men and women: cross-dressers and transvestites.

Could it be that the woman who defeated him and carried him away without saying a word was actually a man?

Thinking about it this way, he felt it was too horrifying and disgusting. Although he liked to have fun, he had a normal sexual orientation. No matter how much anyone else messed around or how good-looking a man was, he didn't like him.

Especially the thought that the person sitting on top of him in a horse-riding position, threatening to cut off a certain important organ, is actually a man, makes me feel disgusted and gives me goosebumps.

As the saying goes, a wise man doesn't suffer a loss in front of him. Even Han Xin endured the humiliation of crawling between someone's legs. He was just lowering his stance and doing as she wished.

To protect his most important sanctuary—his sexual well-being—Young Master Pei closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and decided to go all out. After all, there was no one else in the room, so he might as well do as she said; there was nothing shameful about it.

After all, losing face is a small matter, but losing one's manhood is a big deal.

"Help! Help!" Young Master Pei swore that this was the first time in his life he had ever cried for help in front of a woman, and he was forced to do so.

The woman's hand, which had been tracing the scissors around his groin, suddenly stopped. She stared wide-eyed at Young Master Pei in disbelief. "What did you just shout?"

Young Master Pei bit his lower lip hard, tilted his head slightly to the right, and his face showed absolute humiliation.

"Forced love is never sweet. Since you're unwilling to repeat it, then I'll..." The woman sighed, and her hand, which had paused for a short while, began to move again.

Young Master Pei shuddered and, almost as if he were fighting for a word, quickly interrupted the woman, "Help! Help! Help!"

Afraid that the woman would make him repeat himself, this time, he shouted very loudly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the woman replied with satisfaction, "Go ahead and shout, shout as loud as you want, no one will come to save you even if you shout until your throat is hoarse!"

Young Master Pei felt that the words sounded familiar—no, it was his own words from earlier, combined with the woman's words…