Today is the weekend, no classes, which is Xiao Se's favorite day. He has plenty to do, like his usual invitation to Ma Fei to go to a bar, or calling up Kuai Zui to gamble. However, when he called those two, their first words were "scumbag." This annoyed him greatly. When did I become a scumbag? Then he remembered someone: Han Han. He hadn't seen her in class yesterday; she should have asked him for leave immediately.

Never mind! Let's just treat today as a visit to a classmate. I bought a lot of fruit baskets, and the butler took him to the courtyard and then left.

The flowerpots outside the courtyard gate were all gone, and the ground was spotless. I looked at the house number, 201—this was Han Han's home! I knocked gently on the door and found it wasn't closed properly.

So he pushed open the door, locked it, and entered. What he saw was a clean yard, where Han's mother usually kept all kinds of flowers and vegetables. But now it was all filled with cement, and the four walls were empty. Even the talking crow of Uncle Han was gone.

Filled with curiosity, I placed the fruit in the kitchen and walked towards the living room. I heard the sound of rushing water in the sink. Was someone washing clothes? Unlike villas or apartment complexes, courtyard houses don't have bathtubs or showers. Most families maintain the earliest folk customs, using a sink less than a meter high with a tap in the middle to control the flow of water. The water is all naturally drawn from the ground.

The door was open in broad daylight, so he figured the person was probably washing vegetables in the tub. He strode into the bathroom, where steam swirled and there was a faint scent of black tea.

The smell irritated his nostrils, and through the white mist, he saw a person in the pool. Her black hair was wet and draped over her shoulders, dewdrops clung to her oval face, water droplets clung to her eyelashes, and her lips were crimson. There were also her collarbones that could hold water, and below that, her breasts reached into the clouds, and her slender fingers traced patterns on the pool water, creating ripples.

"Mmm...so comfortable, the water temperature is just right," that sweet voice made his face turn completely red.

Isn't that Lin Weiwei's face? How come she's at Han Han's house, and using her pool? That fiery heat made his legs weak, and he covered his unpleasant parts, only wanting to go to the toilet!

The fruit basket slipped from her hand with a splattering sound. Lin Weiwei looked up and saw a face faintly visible through the mist—Xiao Se.

"rogue!"

She grabbed the red bedsheet beside her and wrapped it around herself, leaving her bare feet exposed, and blocked the doorway.

"Pah! With your small frame, you can see your bones clearly. I...I don't care to look." Xiao Se closed his eyes. What hooliganism? He wasn't being a hooligan to you.

If you ask who's the hooligan, it should be you, Lin Weiwei. Taking a shower in broad daylight without even closing the door properly, letting any stranger just walk in and "admire." Pshaw... not "admire," but "spy."

"you!"

Lin Weiwei was furious, but glancing down at his trembling thighs and the spot where his hands still wouldn't leave his place... why was he always like this? The images flashed through her mind of the previous three times: the first two were in a field of flowers, and the third was in the hospital. This time, she absolutely couldn't give him another chance to have sex. She opened the door and kicked him out, "Get out, this is my house, you're not welcome."

This isn't your house! This is Han Han's house. I was about to say something, but I couldn't hold back anymore. I immediately ran out of the yard, looking around. Where's the outhouse? The outhouse…

As Lin Weiwei listened to the sound and realized the person had already gone far away, she went back into the pool, picked up a ladle, and poured the shampoo that she hadn't rinsed off onto her head, continuing to enjoy the tranquility brought by the hot spring.

One hour later

Xiao Se pulled up his pants and came out. This time, he decided not to go back in. Lin Weiwei's skin was getting thicker and thicker. How could she treat a bathtub like her own home?

"Hey, Lin Weiwei, what gives you the right to say this is your house? And what gives you the right to call me a pervert?" His mouth was a little dry from yelling. He poured himself a glass of water from the kitchen. It was so hard not to fight with a woman; a little moral criticism would suffice. "What makes you think everyone thinks the child in your belly is mine?"

It's so shameful for a college student to be pregnant out of wedlock, and she actually brazenly talks about it everywhere? Does she think no one knows she's dating a man more than ten years older than her? She's frivolous and superficial. These days, college students get pregnant just to get extra credits.

No way, this girl is utterly detestable. She possesses every annoying trait he's ever seen in a girl. "Why? Huh? Tell me then, if you disagree, come and fight!"

He was so tired from cursing that he managed to remain calm and collected. He went to the living room, grabbed a stool, and sat down in the yard.

He didn't even notice the cold wind blowing behind him, or the pair of wet hands resting on her shoulders. "I'll grant you this request."

"What?"

splash ...

He vomited up all the water he had just drunk. Ever since he learned of her sudden appearance, he had been on high alert and jumped away before she could make a move.

"Because I'm your daddy."

"Dad? Dad means father, damn woman, you're asking for it!" He threw the water bottle and was about to kick her on the head.

Unexpectedly, Lin Weiwei grabbed his ankle with her five fingers, and with a sudden pull, he fell to the ground in front of her, a fist the size of a sandbag striking his jaw.

He felt that the pain was so familiar, like... when he was fighting for the top spot in Class 7 of the preparatory course, someone had knocked his jaw out of place.

While Xiao Se was still lost in thought, his index and middle fingers poked his eyes, causing him to cover them in pain, crying out, "Ouch, ouch, ouch..."

This woman is truly ruthless in every move; she shouldn't be underestimated. I tried to open my eyes wide, but I felt dizzy.

Oh no! A fatal blow to the jaw! At best, it could cause head swaying and concussion; at worst, it could lead to excruciating pain and unconsciousness. No, this fight is unavoidable, or she'll become even more arrogant. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and a pair of white wings burst through his inner shirt, fluttering wildly.

When he opened his eyes again, they had turned green. His vision was incredibly clear, and he could even see the patterns in her pupils clearly.

A sudden change! He can now rely on his own will and use his talent. Lin Weiwei took a few steps back and looked at the person in front of her.

"Lin Weiwei, take back everything you said."

He disliked this adjective very much. After taking flight, he rushed towards her at high speed. Just as she was about to dodge, he could guess the direction and grabbed her by the neck.

I saw it! Your shadow.

At this moment, the sun is shining brightly, and the shadow is at the same height as the person, so any slight deviation in distance can be quickly observed.

"And then?" Lin Weiwei's lips curled up. With that much strength, she still managed to lock my throat?