Chapter 14 The Scoundrel (2/2)

And that big hand that was on her lap and roaming freely over her waist and back!

Not to mention the other party's condescending, scrutinizing gaze!

With a loud bang, Ruan Tang's cheeks flushed crimson, shame, anger, and shock instantly overwhelming her reason.

You filthy scoundrel!

In broad daylight, how dare he take advantage of her!

"Let me go!"

Ruan Tang screamed and, with a sudden burst of strength, pushed Yan Yu away.

She raised her foot and, with all her might, stomped hard on the other person's foot, which was clad in a liberation shoe!

Yan Yu was pushed back half a step by her.

The force coming from his feet felt like being hit by cotton wool—soft, weak, and utterly intimidating.

He looked at the little girl in front of him, who was both ashamed and angry.

She was wearing clean, old clothes without patches, and her long, black hair was a little messy from her sleep, with a few playful strands sticking to her flushed cheeks.

Those big, almond-shaped eyes were wide open, glistening with a thin layer of moisture from extreme anger.

Instead of appearing fierce, it resembled a wildcat with its fur standing on end, futilely stretching out its harmless claws.

Even her cursing voice was soft and sweet, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.

After stepping on the man, Ruan Tang felt that even looking at him was an eyesore, so she turned around and ran towards the city without looking back.

That silhouette conveyed a sense of panic and immense grievance.

Yan Yu stood there, watching her disappearing figure at the alley entrance, and remained motionless for a long time.

He subconsciously stuck out the tip of his tongue and gently pressed it against his right canine tooth.

In his mental world, those noisy, irritating thoughts disappeared.

All that remained was the girl's pure, clean, and fiery anger.

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Ruan Tang ran a long way until the shadow of the weeping willow behind her could no longer be seen. Only then did she finally collapse and lean against the mottled wall, panting heavily.

My heart was pounding wildly.

It's not fear, it's anger!

Her cheeks burned, and the sensation of that iron-like hand on her waist and legs felt like an indelible brand of humiliation.

She's lived two lives, and when has she ever been offended like this!

What frustrated her even more was herself.

It's unbelievable that it could fall asleep so easily in the wild!

If this were in the treacherous world of cultivation, her storage bag would have been stolen long ago, leaving not even a trace of her bones.

In an instant, shame, indignation, fear, and anger at his own lazy and unambitious nature all surged into his heart.

The initial joy of successfully cultivating for the first time was completely extinguished by this unexpected event.

A lump formed in her throat, and a strange sense of grievance, mixed with fear of this unfamiliar world, almost overwhelmed her frail body.

She was homesick.

I miss my doting father who always listened to my every word.

Just as Ruan Tang was feeling increasingly desolate and her eyes were starting to well up with tears, an overwhelmingly strong aroma, a blend of rich meat and fermented dough fragrance, unexpectedly entered her nostrils.

The aroma, with its scalding heat, forcefully dispelled all the gloom and despair in her heart.

"Gurgle—"

Ruan Tang's stomach growled loudly, quite at an inopportune moment.

She stiffly turned her head, following the scent.

Not far away, steam was billowing from the window of a state-run restaurant, where a master chef was using tongs to take plump, white meat buns out of a huge steamer.

That feeling of grievance was instantly pushed aside by the overwhelming hunger.

No amount of thuggery or carelessness can compare to a good meal! (This chapter has been read. Please click to continue reading the next chapter!)