Wu Chen's mouth twitched slightly when he heard this.
"A beauty that fell from the sky?"
"And it just happened to fall into my arms?"
"Do I look like a fool who is easy to fool?" Wu Chen hugged Hua Qingcheng's back with his left hand, lifted her chin with his right hand, and smiled sarcastically.
"He's not a fool, but more like a corrupted monk." Hua Qingcheng's eyes slowly swept over Wu Chen's hand that was pinching her chin, and she snorted coldly.
"Flower Monk?"
Wu Chen was so angry that he laughed.
It's true that Su Mulichen was sent to Tianlong Temple to become a monk at birth, but he's also the current Third Prince of Zhaoyang State. Rules and regulations are optional for him. Yet, he remains a chaste virgin. How could he have "spendth" his life?
"Isn't it... you who threw yourself into his arms?"
Wu Chen stepped forward, closing the distance between himself and the woman in his arms, but he first released the hand that was pinching her chin, and then changed his embrace to hug her waist tightly.
The distance between them was only about an inch. Wu Chen could not only feel the soft, itchy breath of the woman in his arms brushing against his face; he could even clearly see the fine hairs on Hua Qingcheng's face.
Such a distance can be said to be quite ambiguous, of course, the premise is to ignore the wary look on Wu Chen's face towards Hua Qingcheng.
"You still say you're not a flower monk? Why don't you let go of your aunt immediately?"
Hua Qingcheng tried again to break free from Wu Chen's shackles, but the other party's hands still held her tightly.
"Since you've been my meat cushion for once, I won't hold your rudeness against you. But if you don't let me go, I'm afraid you'll regret it soon."
Hua Qingcheng looked at Wu Chen with a slightly cold gaze. If it weren't for his face that bore some resemblance to Mu Lige, she would have probably beaten him up right away.
"Aunt? Sister?"
Wu Chen was once again angered and laughed at by the woman in his arms.
"I see that although you are young, you are so harsh with your mouth. You are really naughty!"
Wu Chen not only did not let go of Hua Qingcheng, but instead raised his right hand and slapped her lower body and buttocks several times. Although he was wearing a thick down jacket, his sudden action was enough to shock Hua Qingcheng.
The last person who dared to do this to her was only Hua's father Ye Maochun!
"Flower Monk, you asked for this!"
Hua Qingcheng stretched out her hand to Wuchen's armpit and tickled it vigorously. Wuchen, who was only wearing a thin monk's robe, suddenly felt an itch under his left armpit, and the hand holding Hua Qingcheng couldn't help but tremble.
In a flash, while Wuchen was about to loosen his grip on her, Hua Qingcheng lifted her legs and fiercely locked Wuchen's lower body. The next moment, Wuchen tragically discovered that he had been thrown to the ground by Hua Qingcheng.
The thing that looked like an eye patch on his forehead was also taken off by the woman and placed in the big pocket of her strange clothes. The strange thing was that even though the pocket was stuffed with something, it still looked flat on the outside.
Looking at the woman pressing down on him, smiling wickedly at him, Wu Chen's throat lurched slightly. Compared to the softly spoken and gracefully shuffling ladies of Zhaoyang, the extremely rude words and actions of this woman were truly outrageous and bold.
Wu Chen couldn't help but think to himself: The women of this country of women are indeed as fierce and vigorous as the legend says. It seems that his decision to escape the marriage was the right one, and it was a wise one!
"Little sister, I see you are only fifteen or sixteen years old. Your brother is already eighteen years old. It is really... very rude of you to treat me like this!" Wu Chen said gritting his teeth.
Oh……
He was actually knocked down by a woman. How would he survive in the future? If he admitted defeat, he would no longer be Su Mulichen!
Wu Chen put one arm around Hua Qingcheng's back and the other around her waist, then rolled around in the snow with her. The two of them began to wrestle in the snow, sometimes he was on top, sometimes he was on the bottom. After a while, Wu Chen's handsome face was already covered in bruises.
"Hahaha……"
Looking at Wuchen lying on the ground with a look of utter disgrace, Hua Qingcheng smiled unkindly. This was probably the most playful and unbridled smile she had ever had in her life.
Hua Qingcheng had never thought that one day she would actually fight someone in this way. It was really... quite interesting. After all, they had no inherent hatred, and she didn't really use any harsh force on Wuchen during the fight.
"Hmph, what happened just now doesn't count. Let's try again!"
Wu Chen touched his shiny bald head, and then saw him jump up from the snow, adjust the string of rosewood Buddhist beads hanging around his neck, and patted the snowflakes on his monk's robe.
The woman before him was truly exceptionally skilled. He had miscalculated! He shouldn't have mistaken her for one of those reclusive ladies of Zhaoyang. It was his own fault for underestimating her that had led him to fall prey to her trap.
"Oh……"
"Even if you come a hundred times, you will still be defeated by your sister!"
Hua Qingcheng took off her down jacket, revealing a neat red and black outfit, and moved her hands and feet.
I spent the entire afternoon searching for a way out in the snow yesterday, and again this morning, but not only did I not find any, I also kept falling in several places for unknown reasons. Hua Qingcheng, who had been feeling a bit depressed, felt much better after being interrupted by this Flower Monk.
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