She shuddered, her eyes brimming with tears, looking at him with a hint of sorrow. This young man possessed a pair of alluring eyes, breathtakingly beautiful, yet she felt he was like a scabbardless blade, cold and sharp.
Without emotion, he slowly kneaded those two soft mounds, with a curious exploration and a hint of suppressed anger, then moved down, grasped her slender waist, and pulled her up, making her straddle his lap.
Traces of their recent lovemaking remained between her legs, mixed with blood and cloudy fluid. Zexiu frowned slightly, a hint of childishness in his expression, and parted the sparse hair with his hand to get a better look.
The girl shuddered again, leaning weakly against him, when she suddenly felt him look up at her with a gaze as cold as lightning. She froze in fright, her outstretched hand remaining motionless.
He looked at her for a long time and touched her for a long time. The girl was so weak from his touch that she couldn't help but look down. His manhood was already erect and menacing. She trembled for the third time, with a hint of fear in her eyes. She closed her eyes slightly, as if waiting for something.
She didn't know how much time had passed, but the expected thing didn't happen. She was pushed away by the boy, and her legs went weak as she sat on the ground. When she looked up again, he had already opened the box, taken out dry clothes, and put them on one by one, as if he hadn't had any impulse at all, but was just studying a woman's naked body out of curiosity.
After getting dressed, Zexiu walked to the door, glanced back at the man lying motionless on the bed, and whispered, "I will come again."
After saying that, he glanced at the girl again, and she was already in tears.
With him gone, she was certain she wouldn't survive. The master was always ruthless and violent; who knew how he would execute her?
Zexiu took a breath and said again, "Let her live. If she dies, I will make you a eunuch."
The autumn rain was icy cold, and soon soaked him again, slowly extinguishing the surging flames of passion.
Zexiu traveled for a very long time, through autumn and winter, until he arrived at a small town in a remote border region. The town had only one restaurant and one brothel. When he arrived, it was dark, and the prostitutes were waiting at the alley entrance to solicit customers. Their red and green attire looked beautiful against the backdrop of the heavy snow.
Among the vibrant red flowers and green willows, there was a slender young girl with lively eyes and a charming smile. Suddenly, her eyes met his, and she revealed a look of amazement.
Zexiu turned around and walked towards her, grabbing her arm and pulling her into the alley.
The madam chased after him, saying something unintelligible. He tossed her a silver ingot, successfully silencing her nagging.
He spent more than ten days indulging in debauchery, accepting all women who came his way—slender, plump, beautiful, and ugly.
Some people were very interested in the qilin on his body, but he never let anyone touch it. This beautiful and alluring young man always did things that did not match his appearance. When he made love, he was fierce and ruthless, extremely rough, and tried all sorts of strange and unusual positions.
Or, it's less about him having sex and more about him venting.
To vent boundless anger.
In the end, he left, walking alone on the snow-covered streets.
Passing by a dilapidated thatched hut, I noticed a child crouching at the doorway. It must have been a girl; she was thin and small. She was huddled on the ground, hugging her arms, like a ball. She was clearly shivering from the cold, but she didn't utter a sound.
Zexiu walked over involuntarily, looked down at her, and didn't say anything.
She slowly raised her head, her face dirty, but her eyes were not disheveled. On the contrary, her eyes were very bright, strangely bright, and she looked him up and down without any politeness.
"What's wrong?" she asked, sounding much older than a six or seven-year-old girl.
Zexiu said calmly, "Why don't you come inside? Aren't you cold?"
The little girl looked at him like he was an idiot: "If I could go in, I would have gone in already. Didn't you see my door was locked?"
Zexiu glanced through the window; the door was locked from the inside, clearly someone was inside, but they wouldn't let her in. He raised his hand to push the door open, but the girl glared at him: "What are you doing?"
"Open the door and let you in."
She gave a disdainful smirk: "Thank you, but if you want to help me, you might as well give me some money so I can buy some food."
Zexiu thought for a moment, then took out a money pouch from his sleeve, pulled out some loose silver coins and handed them to her. She smiled, raising an eyebrow, revealing a graceful and charming profile.
"Thank you so much, kind brother." She took the silver, rubbed her hands together with trembling hands, got up and went to the other side of the street to buy a few sesame cakes, wrapped them in paper, and stuffed them in through the window.
Ze Xiu asked curiously, "Why are you buying things for the people inside? Didn't she tell you not to come in?"
She sneered, "Nonsense, what good would it do me to let her starve to death?" She bit into the sesame seed cake, choked, and swallowed hard, finally managing to swallow most of it before letting out a long sigh of relief.
Zexiu found her very interesting. Although she was just a child, she spoke quite reasonably. He bent down to brush the snow off her body, took off the fox fur scarf from his neck and wrapped it around her, and whispered, "What's your name?"
The little girl smiled slyly: "The money is mine now that you've given it to me. You know my name, so are you planning to ask me for it back?"
He shook his head: "Money is just an external thing, I've never valued it."
Her expression was strange. She said softly, "You're so arrogant. Money is just an external thing... You've never experienced poverty, have you?" After saying that, she looked him up and down and shook her head, saying, "Judging from your appearance, you're just a rich young master, the kind who has nothing better to do than create trouble for yourself."
Zexiu was both amused and exasperated. He patted her head and whispered, "You're still young, there are some things you don't understand."
She didn't speak, but her expression clearly showed disdain.
“Your name,” he said again.
She smiled and said, "Since you're rich, I might as well tell you my name. My name is Xiaoman."
Hmm, Xiaoman, Xiaoman, with cherry-like lips and a willow-like waist, it's a pretty good name.
Zexiu turned to leave when she suddenly heard Xiaoman call out from behind, "Hey, what's your name?"
He thought for a moment, shook his head, and left without saying a word.
Some people are starving and cold, struggling on the brink of life and death every day. In their eyes, all troubles other than survival are self-inflicted.
But is it only displacement and wandering that can be called suffering?
Zexiu left the small town. He thought a lot, and occasionally thinking of that little girl would make him feel a little better. His troubles were nothing in her eyes, and her troubles were something he had never experienced.
However, there is no difference; they are all just troubles.
He started arresting wanted criminals and earning his own money, no longer needing a single penny from his family.
Six months later, when he returned to the mansion, his mother had already died.