When Xiaoxiang Guys Meet A Jinjiang Girl Chapter 3

At present the rain is getting lighter, but its downpour is still very uncomfortable to people; moreover, I was wearing such rough linen cloth. Half an hour ago I was able to hide in the temple, but now I am in the rain, carrying a handsome and tall man on my slender back.

My complexion goes pale with anxiety and concerns, while my lips are shaking. I spoke in a small and weak voice, hardly audible in the rain: “Sir, please don’t let anything happen to you, I will take you to see the doctor at once!” After showing him my worry look, I turned to look straight ahead, my expression this time is … … sinister.

Half an hour ago, I just wanted to harm that thing of the Imperial Lord. Who could know that my kick at his member could subdue the drug efficacy, so he sobered up. The lord saw the attack, immediately jumped up, and grabbed my neck. In order to save my life, I pinched my thigh to let my tears instantly drop down. I feigned vulnerable and benign, quietly crying in front of him.

Just this pinch directly turned my face into pallid. I know how his face was as white as snow, with my teary eyes and trembling eyelashes, drops of sadness slowly roll down, sorrowfully and delicately. My beauty, my frail posture must be used well! 

After letting him see my stunning beauty and delicate posture, I took advantage of his daze and displayed my innocent eyes, to convince him I was just a feeble girl. 

I am sobbing delicately, knowing I couldn’t wail at this time, which besides undermining my image would make the other party regard me as a vulgar woman. If such an action were to compel my opponent to show me no compa.s.sion but punch me straight away, it’ll be too unjust!

I know this is basically a world where the martial art masters fly but weaklings like me climb. I only had the plot as my single advantage, but weaknesses in all other areas. So, I want to turn them into my strengths! Without martial arts, I have the crying art. Needless to say, so many men were defeated by this “magic” of the heroine and villainess team.

I didn’t simply cry but blame all the wrong on him!

“Even if you kill me, do not ever dream of touching me! If you d-dare to do such a thing to me, I will die right here!”

Keeping up my desperate look, I acted determinded to suicide, “My mere request was to preserve my chast.i.ty until after I die…”

This lord does not have the perverse habit of raping the corpse, nor the routine of whimsical homicide. Afer I had expressed my intention, he just looked at me deeply and slowly let me go. Probably that thing was crazily hurt, he released me and fell to the ground. Though his face went super weird, he prevented his hands from covering his member, only aimed a perplexing pair of eyes subtly at my cute pet.i.t feet. 

After a prolonged period, the lord unhurriedly spoke, “Who are you? Why do you appear late at night here?“ 

Looking at him, I knew if I did not give a real answer, he would not spare such a suspicious person. Moreover, this suspicious woman might also have made him … … sterile. The Imperial Lord watched the rain outside. The sky seemed to clearly indicate that it would not easily stop, so his expression darkened.

I guessed he looked outside speculating about who could have ambushed him. Even though I did not want to disturb him, I had to start talking. 

I knew I absolutely couldn’t spark any trace of a murderous intent. If I had turned around and run off, it would have given him a more dubious impression, and consequently driven him to chase after my life. Furthermore, soon there would come a villainess. Were I to run out and encounter her, what could I do? 

The current situation would lead to death were I to stay here or casually run off, so I could only force the appearance of weakness and despondence to draw the line to achieve his statement of never violating me. After he firmly a.s.serted that he wouldn’t touch me, I slowly explain my miserable fate …… 

I told him I lived in the w.a.n.g Village not far from here. I was adopted as a child by an alcoholic father, who wasn’t a good man and took care of me for a profitable transaction with a brothel. After I had known the adoptive father’s plan, I get angry and upset. In my desperation, I unexpectedly found that my beloved brother had an ulterior motive towards me!

"I did not give him my consent, so my brother picked up the ropes tied me down. I took the chance when the brother turned around, knocking him out with a bench , then hastily escaped overnight. Who knows, who knows, it’s still … … ”

When I said these words, I fearfully stole some glance at the lord, implying at that time he wanted to do the same to me, which made me angrily resist. 

Squinting, the man slightly relaxed his body, so I knew he would not think of killing me any more. After I told my story, the way he looked at me obviously changed. The role I played, just so happened to be his favourite type of woman: frail but virtuous. 

The lord stretched his eyebrows a bit, as his eyes didn’t seem ice-cold any longer. When he indicated with his stiff face that he was not a bad person, but was framed by others to become like this, I feigned innocent once more and shedded a tear. I was blinking my teary eyes as clear as the clear blue sky, expressing my sense of guilt and worry. Finally, I proposed to send him to a doctor.

The Imperial Lord refused, but I used endlessly uneasy eyes to watch him. I know this person’s weakness is weak, beautiful woman who’d wholeheartedly depend on him. I just looked at him, tightly grabbed his weakness. Then, I’d do something that could hurt him, but make him touched regardless. 

As a tiny and delicate girl, I am a dwarf to the lord. Yet, in order to “compensate for my own mistakes”, I piggybacked the lord on my fragile back, half dragging half pulling him out of a ruined temple, telling him non-stop that I’d definitely take him to the doctor! 

This temple was absolutely unsafe to stay based on the original plot. I personally prefer making everyone suffer to suffering alone, so I resolutely resorted to the tactics of killing 1000 enemies by losing my own 800*! 

As I carried him, I used my pretty hip. Every few steps I rubbed fiercely against his wounded thing! 

I am a weak woman with little strength, so naturally I wouldn’t be able to carry a big man very far. Although the drug efficacy was gone, he still didn’t have much effort left in the whole body. He could only let me carry

He was tired and feeble - such a convenient time for me to commit crimes. 

Because of my bad thoughts, the unconscious lord would be cruelly woken up for a while, then faint to only wake up again, which made his already pallid face turn ashen. However, every time he wanted to get angry, he could see my worried eyes. The rain soaked my body, made my face paler and my appearance more helpless. Give such a circ.u.mstance, he couldn’t get angry with me were he a man.

Sure enough, he did not get angry at me. 

Every time he wanted me to put him down, I put on a concerned expression to glance at him, and would rather die than agree. I told him that he absolutely could not walk alone, so I would take him to some place to seek medical treatment, even if I would lose my life. My entire heart was set to do the best for him, regardless of my own needs. Therefore, this so-called “bloodthirsty” man got softened and let me half-dragg half-carry him away. 

A certain lord did not know, my real goal is unimaginably dark: continuously rubbing till your member withers. Ah! 

Sometimes, the beautiful b.u.t.tocks can also be a deadly weapon! 

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*杀敌一千自损八百: is originally a Chinese military strategy by Sun Tzu to gain a marginal win despite a great loss.