Several scenes flashed rapidly through LeSalon's mind.

  Then, the clearest scene emerged: it was that year at the Zhou Mansion in Jiangnan, when he fought against her disguised as a maid. She straddled Lan Qier's abdomen, leaned down and rubbed her face affectionately against Lan Qier's cheek. The two girls' hair tangled together, their lips almost pressed together. The situation was bizarre and ambiguous. Shocked to see her doing such "indecent things", he had used a lethal move when he struck back then.

  Now she was up to her old tricks again, and his strikes were equally fierce.

  With their master coming to the rescue, Lu Danhua scrambled out of the spring pool in a flurry, not bothering with her soaked body, and turned to flee.

  Meanwhile, the femme fatale in the pool, having lost her playmate, shrugged and spread her hands, unashamed of her exposed body. Her seductive gaze locked straight onto the man's strong jaw, and she slowly, inch by inch, emerged from the water naked: her breasts, slender waist, belly button, jade thighs... wild, charming, and unashamed.

  Before she could fully step out of the cold spring, LeSalon snatched the long towel thrown aside by the pool, stepped over, grabbed her in front of him, wrapped her round and round in the towel like a silkworm chrysalis, then slung her over his shoulder and carried her away.

  Hua Duomei did not struggle either. She had always been easy-going; she played with whatever she had, and if there was nothing to play with, she would find something new to amuse herself with. The man had broad shoulders and great strength, so she let him carry her as he wished.

  Not only did she not resist, but her laughter was also clear and crisp, full of delight.

  When LeSalon heard her cheerful laughter, he got more angry than ever, itching to teach her a lesson. But a warm tingling spread across his back, he paused, and she was already working harder with her lips, teeth and tongue to wet him, licking and sucking, biting and kissing him through the thin fabric of his clothes.

  He paused in the Purple Acacia Woods, lifted the silkworm chrysalis on his shoulder back to the front, and changed to holding her horizontally in his arms.

  His eyes, blazing with faint anger, looked at her with contempt; she blinked back at him with an innocent look, a smile blooming on her lips.

  She is not scared no matter how he threatens her, and he cannot bear to beat or scold her. Is he, LeSalon, really completely wrapped around her finger?

  "Why did you bully Danhua?" he put on a fierce face.

  "Where did I bully her? Sister Danhua is gentle, graceful, and capable. She's a talent that Sister A-Nü lent us temporarily. I dote on her so much, how could I bear to bully her?" Her naked body, wrapped in the towel, rested against his strong chest, and she did not feel cold at all on this windy island.

  "You dote on her? This... what kind of doting is this? Her skill at lying through her teeth is getting better and better!"

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  "What's wrong?" She raised her delicate eyebrows, her smile full of hidden meaning. "Are you afraid that I'll eat her up, that I'll steal the treasure from your heart, sir?"

  LeSalon narrowed his eyes, his brows furrowing slightly, and heard her sigh in self-pity:

  "I'm so wronged, so pitiful. You always guard against me bullying others. If one day I get torn apart and swallowed whole by someone, not even a bone left, wronged all over, will you regret it then? Will your heart ache?"

  She was actually playing the pity card with him! Did she think a few nonsense words would get her out of this?

  "Nonsense!" LeSalon's face grew even sterner.

  "Yes, I'm talking nonsense." Hmph!

  "Daxiang--" the way he called her name clearly carried that meaning of "be good, stop messing around", with a hint of menace, but the beauty in his arms simply closed her eyelids and ignored him.

  A headache throbbed at LeSalon's temple again.

  In the past few days, he had been busy with the business of the new cargo at the main warehouse in the dock area, spared time to go out from the main island to inspect several spice and medicinal fragrance plantations on neighboring islands, and also had to attend tea parties and dinners with officials and wealthy merchants from Luzon. During this period, he also had two secret meetings with Feng Shantang to discuss the deployment of forces in the South Seas... He had long been used to days of being overwhelmed with work. In the days without her, he thought of her again and again in the gaps of his busyness, unable to let go of his longing.

  Now, she had promised to stay by his side and had come to him. Tonight he had finally gotten rid of all trivial matters, and he had originally planned for the two of them to have a nice dinner, talk, and hear her thoughts about coming to the main island. How could he have known things would go so wrong?

  Sigh, he hadn't wanted to be harsh on her.

  "Daxiang..." he called again, his voice like a sigh, all his fierceness melting away, truly helpless.

  Hua Duomei's heart gave a tug, and she could not help lifting her pretty eyelashes.

  When her bright eyes met the man's deep black pupils, she bit her lip lightly, and couldn't help but sigh softly along with his low call. With this man, she really was disappointing. Even when she teases him, plays with him, teases him over and over, she just can't be too cruel to him.

  She isn't cruel enough, which is lacking the "style" of the building master who roams the rivers and lakes, but she also thinks that if this man is willing to treat her with sincerity for a lifetime, losing that kind of "style" is not a loss. It's really not a loss...

  As her red lips parted slightly and Hua Duomei was about to speak, LeSalon, who was holding her horizontally, suddenly moved swiftly aside, carrying her deeper into the dense purple woods.

  She blinked in confusion, and the next moment, she caught a sound in her ears--

  There was another pair of men and women in the Purple Acacia Woods besides them, and they were moving towards this direction.

  The woman's footsteps were a little hurried, and she suddenly stopped as if she had had enough, turned around and glared at the man following behind her.

  "Master Barlow, what are you still following me for?" She seemed very angry, but tried hard to keep calm, her voice unsteady. "I've already done as you said, changed out of my wet clothes in the stone house by the purple woods, put on a cloak and a hood. What more do you want, sir?"

  When the woman spoke, Hua Duomei's eyes brightened as she hid in the woods. She recognized that slightly annoyed female voice—it belonged to the gentle girl she had "bullied" only two hours earlier, Lu Danhua.

  As for that stern man named "Barlow", he was tall and sturdy, with dark brown hair, and he was one of the men from the Western Desert who had followed LeSalon to conquer the world back in the day.

  Sister Danhua and Barlow... Hua Duomei's little head turned this way and that, trying hard to find gaps between the trees to get a clear look at the pair.

  A large palm held down her restless beautiful head, and the other arm pulled her tighter against him.

  Hua Duomei raised her eyebrows and glared at him; the man holding her down did not give her any good look either, narrowing his eyes to signal her to behave.

  She also narrowed her beautiful eyes in response, but before she could counter him, Barlow's deep voice came through--

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