Chapter 6 [Revision]
"What are you doing?" Xia Qian subconsciously shrank back, looking like a little kitten raising its tail warily.
It was as if she would start biting if you took just one step closer.
It really is different from before.
In the past, whenever his eyes inadvertently glanced at her, she would cling to him and he couldn't shake her off. But now, when he calls her name, she avoids him like the plague.
He thought he had hidden the resistance and fear in his eyes very well.
“Come here,” Hughes repeated.
His tone was calm, but it made it impossible for anyone to refuse.
Xia Qian suddenly thought that there are many types of male protagonists in male-oriented novels. There are the overpowered protagonists who have a smooth and successful life, the ordinary and miserable protagonists who struggle all the way and finally achieve a comeback, and the ordinary protagonists who get lucky and become successful overnight.
Hughes does not belong to any category.
Unlike other male protagonists who follow the righteous path, Hughes is a male protagonist who is even more villainous than the villains.
Xia Qian secretly sized him up.
Perhaps because he hasn't yet fallen into demonic possession, Hughes is currently only powerful, unlike in the later parts of the book where he exudes a murderous aura that seems to want to destroy the world.
If it weren't for the later changes in his family, he would probably have had a smooth and successful life, like a protagonist who becomes an overpowered hero.
Born into a privileged family with highly respected and influential parents, he attracted everyone's attention from the moment he was born.
Hughes has always had a smooth life since childhood and possesses extremely high supernatural talent. Even when he went out to train, without relying on his identity and only holding the status of a commoner, he was still the strongest.
Such a person is truly God's favorite.
"Xiaxia".
Hughes looked up. "How much longer do I have to wait?"
Xia Qian snapped out of her daze and looked up to meet Hughes's gaze. She immediately felt a little resentful, "I just woke up..."
Still afraid of Hughes, Xia Qian slowly lifted the covers and got out of bed.
As Xia Qian slowly approached, Hughes paused in his work of wiping the greatsword. "Still feeling wronged?"
"No."
How dare she?
As soon as she finished speaking, she lowered her head and stood there, unsure of what to do.
The atmosphere inside was quiet, so quiet that you could hear the ticking of the clock on the wall.
Just then, Hughes leaned back in his chair and said, "Give me a massage."
"oh……"
Xia Qian slowly placed her hand on Hughes's shoulder. He was slender and tall, with extremely broad shoulders.
When her small hand touched him, it could feel the thin muscles on Hughes' shoulder.
Xia Qian had never given a massage in her life, so she didn't know how much pressure to apply. She slowly massaged Hughes's shoulders, but it felt like she was putting in a lot of effort.
Hughes then opened his eyes. "Are you pressing the button?"
Xia Qian said, feeling wronged, "I tried very hard."
And I did exactly what you asked for, so why aren't you satisfied...?
As if sensing Xia Qian's grievance, Hughes looked up and his slender hand suddenly grasped the small hand on her shoulder.
Her hands were fair and soft, unlike his cold hands; her small hands were warm and had a comforting feel to them.
It feels somewhat comfortable.
Hughes held her hand, his long fingers suddenly brushing across her palm. "Like this," he paused, "it's called itching."
As soon as he finished speaking, Hughes saw the girl's eyes welling up with grievance.
The hand holding the girl was suddenly pulled gently, and before Xia Qian could react, she was forced to sit down.
His hand touched her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze; the warmth of his breath traveled to her neck. "This is what a massage should be."
Her body stiffened instantly, and she dared not move, as timid as a mouse.
This reaction is completely unlike Xia Qian's previous one.
Hughes gazed at her, his large hand sliding down to wrap around her waist. "Why have you been so well-behaved these past few days?"
"..."
Xia Qian didn't know how to reply. She lowered her head, wanting nothing more than to play dead.
Just then, Hughes suddenly leaned in, his lips almost touching her earlobe. He spoke in a calm, deep voice, "...Aren't you curious?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed Xia Qian's chin and forced her to look directly at him.
The atmosphere fell silent.
Xia Qian asked with difficulty, "Curious about... what...?"
"Flying Dragon".
Xia Qian's body stiffened.
Hughes's gaze fell on her, his narrow eyes probing as if he wanted to see right through her.
"I'm not curious," Xia Qian continued against her will, "I'm just a slave..."
Hughes smiled, pulled her closer, and said softly, "You don't have to be a slave if you want to."
Hughes was like a devil whispering temptation in my ear.
The next second, he suddenly reached out and stroked her hair, "Because Xiaxia is very special to me,"
No, she doesn't want to!
I don't want to at all!
The more you know, the faster you die!
Xia Qian hadn't forgotten how the original owner of the body in the book successfully seduced Hughes, and what kind of fate awaited her in the end...
The original owner of this body was just a slave, but she was a woman-averse Hughes, the first member of the harem, and currently the only member.
Does Hughes like her a lot?
That's not true!
Hughes took her in because the original owner somehow learned of his hidden true identity;
The saying "even heroes can't resist the charms of a beautiful woman" often only exists in scripts. In the real world, there is never a shortage of beautiful women, especially those of low social status.
Hughes only cares about one question: why would a lowly slave know his identity?
It's possible for a hero to be attracted to a beautiful woman of low status, but it would never happen to Hughes.
Hughes is a cold-hearted and ruthless person who would never fall in love with anyone. Anyone who could threaten him would only provoke his murderous intent.
How would a slave know his secret?
Besides this incident, how much else does she actually know about him?
Xia Qian wanted to move, but Hughes was holding her waist, so she couldn't. His fingers were still touching Xia Qian's lips.
“Xiaxia,”
His fingers touched her lips, slowly sliding down to her delicate neck, a sense of danger rising within him.
His hand landed on her neck, and Xia Qian felt that he was about to strangle her the next second.
But, to everyone's surprise, his hand suddenly stopped, and he held her delicate neck as if he were caressing a beloved pet.
Hughes asked gently, "Are you hungry?"
He really knows how to do that.
He resembles a gentle and refined nobleman who has been well-mannered since childhood.
Gentle and harmless.
A gentle breeze blew in from the window, lifting strands of hair and lightly brushing against Xia Qian's cheek. She didn't dare to look up to see whose hair it was.
Is it hers or Hughes's?
Xia Qian shook her head, her voice soft and gentle, like a small animal that had been bullied, "I, I'm not hungry."
Just sitting on his lap like this, Xia Qian felt like she was suffocating!
Xia Qian felt like she was going to die if she ate with him again.
Hughes is really too dangerous!
Just then, the doorbell rang.
The small silver screen on Hughes's desk lit up, showing Mu Xiang and several hotel staff members standing at the door with food in their hands.
Xia Qian was in Xiu Si's arms, and when she looked up, she saw the food that Mu Xiang was serving.
Before she could react, her stomach suddenly started growling softly.
Xia Qian felt a chill run down her spine, clutched her stomach, and felt her cheeks burning.
One second I was telling him I wasn't hungry because I didn't want to eat with him, but now my stomach is growling loudly.
This stomach is really disrespectful.
She steeled herself and met Hughes's unfathomable eyes. "I'm hungry now..."
"I guessed it too."
Xia Qian turned her head away uncomfortably. At the same time, Mu Xiang's voice calling "Master, Lord" came from afar, but Xia Qian did not listen carefully to Mu Xiang's voice.
Because Hughes held her even tighter.
He seemed to really like her long, smooth hair, and kept stroking it.
Not far from the desk, there was a mirror on the wall, and Xia Qian could see their reflections when she looked up.
She was embraced by Hughes, their hair almost touching, unlike her straight, smooth long hair.
Hughes' long hair had natural curls at the ends, which, combined with his eyes, made him look sharp.
Unlike Xia Qian, whose eyes were wet and who had a bell hanging around her neck.
When the wind blew, the bells hanging from the slave collar around their necks jingled.
When Hughes's fingers touched her bell, it emitted a soft, clear sound, and Xia Qian felt inexplicably ashamed. "Hughes—"
Hughes likes cats.
To be precise, it's not accurate to say he likes anything; Hughes doesn't have any particular liking.
When Hughes is on a mission, he usually ignores everyone, but he will squat down and feed stray cats.
So, Hughes must like cats, right?
After the original owner accidentally discovered this, she put a bell on her slave ring and compared herself to a cat.
However, Xia Qian only felt ashamed of hanging bells around her neck to please men.
The footsteps of Mu Xiang and her group grew louder as they approached, and Xia Qian could see them clearly.
However, Hughes' fingers remained on the bell around her neck, fiddling with it with great interest.
The tinkling of bells rang out incessantly.
Xia Qian felt a little embarrassed, "Hughes—"
Just then, Mu Xiang's voice suddenly rang out, "Master, I've brought the food."
"Put it on the table."
Hughes's fingers remained on Xia Qian's bell, and he seemed to have a great interest in it.
Meanwhile, the hotel staff had already set the food on the table, and the aroma of the dishes filled the air. After setting the table, the hotel staff gave Hughes a respectful nod and then left one by one.
However, Mu Xiang remained standing there, refusing to step down.
Hughes had already looked up, his voice indifferent, "What is it?"
Mu Xiang is timid by nature, and is timid most of the time.
But this time, her expression was different from usual; she looked frightened, her whole body was tense, and her face was pale.
Even when faced with Hughes's questions, Mu Xiang seemed unable to answer.
Xia Qian instinctively sensed something was wrong. "Mu Xiang, what's wrong?"
Upon hearing her voice, Mu Xiang's tears suddenly fell. "Your Majesty!"
The little animal was weak, and her followers were also very weak. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she burst into tears of grievance.
Hughes held Xia Qian in his arms, then suddenly stopped talking and rested his chin on her shoulder.
Hearing Mu Xiang sobbing, she said, "The mercenary leader said he wants to hold a sacrificial ceremony for the Desert Temple!"
“But there weren’t enough slaves, and then he said,” Mu Xiang paused, sniffing, “he said—”
What's meant to happen will happen.
Although this era is the future, in the 2100s, technology is so advanced that the light-year theory of the universe can be ignored, and traveling from one planet to another is as convenient as taking an airplane.
But this era is also very cruel.
The slave rings hanging around her and Muxiang's necks are a characteristic of this era.
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