Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême

Chapitre 16

"Who are you insulting!" Six dead bulls spewed from his eyes. I wisely lowered my head, thinking, "Damn it, let whoever's got the guts offend him." I wasn't capable. Only after suffering countless losses did that petty Qianqing tell me that Wu Hui's master was the number one expert in the four kingdoms. (The number one in the world! Whoever's tired of living can go and challenge him!)

Wu Hui arrogantly dominated the entire street with me. Along the way, he attacked seven stalls, kicked and damaged parts of ten people's organs, beat up three groups of people who came to cause trouble, and even kidnapped a little beauty like me, though of course he would never admit it.

He must be in a bad mood (when has he ever been in a good mood?). I don't have the time to comfort him, so I'll just let him be unhappy. Anyway, his dad came back a couple of days ago, so do you expect me to comfort the child for him?

We went to the little hideout where the six of us often met. He poured drinks for me, and I watched the show.

I really wanted to be kind and ask him what was wrong, but I'm too scared to admit he's drunk and I might hit him for causing trouble. So I'll just let him drink; he won't die, and even if he does, he won't bother me.

Wu Hui drank for a whole afternoon, and was so drunk that he couldn't recognize his parents or find his grandmother.

I was munching on sunflower seeds, legs crossed, watching him act crazy while drunk. I really hoped he'd do a striptease so I could collect admission fees.

Wu Hui smashed the wine bottle against the wall, pointed at the marks, and said, "I'll kill you! I'll kill you!" He then kicked the wall several times.

Haha, I'm happy to watch him act silly; it's such a realistic period drama.

He turned around and cursed at the pillar again: "I'll skin you bastards!" Damn, that's a personal attack.

"I'll tear your tendons out, and you'll never have a good life!" That was truly hateful, and it made my little heart, as a spectator, tremble. I really can't imagine what could have made him so frustrated. Just yesterday he was all high and mighty, and today he's like a wilted eggplant. A man's heart is like seaweed at the bottom of the sea—wandering wildly.

He wasn't satisfied with just talking to himself, so he asked me, "Do you think they should have been killed?" What the hell does that have to do with me? "Yes!" I just went along with him.

"He doesn't respect my mother at all!" He kicked the table over again. My poor peanut!

"They're all bad, not a single one of them is any good." "Cut them off." I advised honestly. "I'll cut them off!" "Cut them off, really cut them off, that's good, isn't it?" You should be happy, it's a joyous occasion.

[Main Text: Chapter Seventeen]

“But my dad… my dad held me back… and wouldn’t let me chop, and…” At this point, Wu Hui sat down on the ground and cried uncontrollably.

Damn, what happened? The little guy got hurt like this.

I finally realized the seriousness of the situation. I went over and helped Wu Hui to the soft couch, trying to comfort this emotionally traumatized and irritable animal.

"Okay, okay, be good, don't cry." The crying grew even louder.

"Good boy, repent." The crying seemed to summon its kind.

I was speechless. There's a famous saying that's so true: the more you coax him, the more unruly he becomes.

“Our regrets are the strongest.” He leaned on my shoulder and washed my clothes.

"Stop crying!" His sobs turned into choked sobs, and he looked at me with a wronged look in his bull-like eyes, filled with deep accusation.

I weakly pressed its heavy head onto my shoulder. "Don't cry. Let's make those bad guys die."

"Mmm." The sob faded into the crook of my shoulder, and her breath brushed against my ear. Her lips brushed against my cheek unintentionally.

"You..." I didn't finish my sentence before Wu Hui's lips pressed firmly against mine, sucking and kissing.

Damn, he got drunk and lost control. My first kiss, my first kiss! I've lost it all. I mourn, while he's enjoying the kiss. One kiss is one kiss, two kisses are another, let him kiss me a few more times. He can't always kiss a beauty like me. I feel sorry for him.

His kisses, unwavering, traveled downwards, lingering at my collarbone. He forcefully ripped open my collar, his hand darting inside to explore. Watching him aroused, I despised myself for thinking that at this moment, all I could think about was sleeping with him.

To distract myself, I threw the last peanut in my hand into my mouth and chewed it vigorously, venting my unsatisfied desires.

Hearing the sound, he stopped his attack and kissed my lips again. Damn it, you're so shameless! You're even trying to take this little bit of food from me.

He licked his lips, looked at me with his bewildered eyes, and said, "It's not tasty." Then he buried his head and continued to nibble at me.

He pushed my clothes up to my waist, pressed my hands against the chair, and kissed my barely noticeable bulge. Thank goodness I'm underdeveloped, or I'd be exposed. He gnawed with gusto, and I enjoyed it too.

Turning my head, I saw the hibiscus cakes on the table and wanted to grab a few to fill my slightly hungry stomach. I reached out countless times, but to no avail. Just as I was about to kick the plate away in frustration, I suddenly noticed that the plate had flown to my side. I looked up and, damn it, when did they come in?

Ten eyes, like volcanic eruptions, stared at us as we made love—no, as we became intimate. And there was even Ugly Qian standing right next to me; how did he get so close? I trembled with fear, while someone else was still cultivating the land.

Chou Qian raised his hand and struck, and Wu Hui fell unconscious on top of me. I gave a fake smile, a very ugly smile.

Zi Mo grabbed Wu Hui and kicked him to the door. He then fiercely pulled me over and straightened my disheveled clothes.

Seeing that he looked unwell, I smiled ingratiatingly and rubbed my face against his chest.

"Sit still!" Zi Mo glared at me, turned his head away, and helped me get dressed. I pouted silently, unwilling to be treated like this.

The transvestite walked to the unconscious Wu Hui and kicked his face. Qian Qing glanced at them and sat down in his usual spot.

I dressed neatly, grinned foolishly at everyone—you can't hit someone who's smiling. I pointed at Wu Hui on the ground and said, "He forced me." As soon as I finished speaking, Zi Mo picked up a chair and was about to smash the corpse.

Chou Qian pulled him back and said, "Zi Mo, calm down. Does Zi Yi look like he's being forced? Besides, Wu Hui has drunk too much."

"Yes, he drank too much and acted recklessly while intoxicated." I went along with it.

"Did you drink too much, or was he drunk too?!" the transvestite interjected.

"Damn it, what's it to you!" I saw that Zi Mo's expression was off, so I obediently lowered my noble head again.

The transvestite stared at me coldly. I looked at Chou Qian pleadingly. Chou Qian turned his head away. Damn it, I have to save myself.

I knelt down at Zi Mo's feet; "Brother, Xiao Yi is not right. Ke Wu Hui is so sad. He keeps asking for his mother. What can I do? If I don't let him kiss me, he hits me. Look..." I pulled aside the clothes I had just straightened to show him the injuries he had seen before.

"He did it!"

"Hmm." Even if I die, I can't let myself die. Zi Mo gave Wu Hui another kick, then tenderly cleaned my wound. Okay, all done.

"He seemed to be in a bad mood," I asked cautiously. "What's wrong with him? I only gave in to him because I felt sorry for him. Was I wrong?"