Chapter 137 You bitch, you don’t have a share of this fish!
A ray of morning light slanted in from the cave entrance.
Manluo's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes. She felt that her limbs were soft as if their bones and muscles were pulled out, and her neck and lips still had a tingling numbness from being bitten.
The chill after the high fever subsided came with a familiar scent - she looked down and saw that her body was wrapped in a red brocade robe, and the fabric still retained the unique agarwood fragrance of Chu Jin.
The fire in the cave was still crackling, and the scenes of last night flashed through her mind like a kaleidoscope, and she couldn't help but grit her teeth.
I reached out to my side, only to feel soft, tangled hay—
Although her consciousness was groggy, when she was awake from time to time, she seemed to see the man who always wanted to strangle her, holding her tightly in his arms.
But, looking into the cave, apart from his robe, where is his shadow?
Was it her illusion last night? Did he leave alone?
Just as I was in a daze, I heard footsteps outside the cave.
Chu Jin strode in carrying a slaughtered whitewater fish.
The white middle garment was stained with dew, and there was a green leaf pinned in her hair. Manluo stared at him with her watery eyes wide open in surprise.
Chu Jin had a cold face as he threaded the fish onto a bamboo joint and roasted it over the fire.
Those evil eyes glanced at her sideways:
"It's really unbearable. He can't die even after all this torture!"
"Thanks to you!"
Manluo sat up, and the red brocade robe slipped halfway off her shoulders, revealing the lingering red marks on her neck and a large area of fair and tender skin.
Chu Jin's eyes dimmed and he stared at the grilled fish in his hand.
Manluo stroked the embroidery on the fabric with her fingertips and gritted her teeth:
"When did the Poison King change his profession to become a flower protector? The way he hugged me for warmth last night didn't look like he wanted to kill me."
Chu Jin took a step forward in anger and yanked the red robe off Manluo.
"Since you didn't freeze to death, you're still hoarding my clothes. What a scoundrel!"
The moment the robe was torn off, both of them were stunned.
Manluo didn't expect that she was actually naked under the red robe.
She uttered a soft cry and crossed her arms over her chest.
In an instant, the firelight made the air a little hot.
Manluo froze there, only then realizing that the clothes Chu Jin had stripped off her last night were hanging carelessly on the wooden rack next to the fire. She could see clearly:
The purple long skirt swayed slightly, and the pink bellyband and lilac underpants swayed gently in the breeze, stinging Manluo's eyes.
No matter how thick-skinned she was, her face flushed red at this moment, and she shouted angrily:
"Chu Jin, you, you are shameless! Give me back my clothes!"
Chu Jin stared at the white area in front of him, snorted coldly, grabbed the dry clothes on the wooden rack and threw them over.
"Who cares about your tattered clothes!"
The cloth made a dull sound when it hit Manluo's shoulders, but she could be heard muffled saying:
"Hey! You missed one more thing!"
He followed her finger and caught a glimpse of the pink bellyband. He suddenly remembered the softness he felt with his fingertips last night, and his temples began to throb.
"Shame on you!"
With a look of disgust, he hooked the bellyband with his little finger and threw it over. The fabric brushed against her hair and fell to her side.
Manluo quickly turned her back and tied her belt with trembling fingers, but suddenly heard a sneer from behind her.
Chu Jin had already sat back in the fire room, the whitewater fish on the bamboo joints sizzling with oil:
"You slutty bitch, are you afraid of being seen? I've seen every part of you."
"So what?"
At this moment, Manluo was already dressed and stood up, her hair flying and her eyes flashing with provocation:
"This girl has never understood what propriety, righteousness, integrity, and shame are. Between men and women, that's all. Once you put on your clothes, who will remember who you are?"
Chu Jin's expression changed, and he clenched the bamboo joint in his hand: "Zisha, are you still a woman?"
"So what if she's a woman? Who says a woman has to be faithful to whoever she gives her body to? But Master Imperial Master, could it be that this is your first time, so you're so fussy..."
"How dare you!" Chu Jin's eyes were tinged with blood again.
Seeing that he was about to lose his temper again, Manluo hurriedly stepped on the gravel and walked towards the cave entrance:
"Alright, alright, you're getting anxious just talking about this. I can't believe how the world has changed. Men care so much about chastity now, haha! Enough talk, wash up, and get ready to eat fish!"
Chu Jin was so angry that he punched the ground, staring at Manluo's slender back as she rubbed her waist while walking, and cursed:
"You bitch, you don't have a share of this fish! I wouldn't feed it to a dog, even to you!"
Manluo's voice drifted in from outside the cave, carrying a clear echo:
"Then keep it for yourself!"
Chu Jin was so angry that his eyes were bloodshot and he cursed loudly:
"Bitch, you're looking for death!"
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