Chapter 8

Zixiu had been longing for a chance to go down the mountain. However, instead of having fun in the town, he became a hapless victim. It was already very miserable to be kidnapped, not to mention f*cked by a man! At the thought of this, Liu Zixiu was in a terrible mood. What should he do next? Make a scene and commit suicide? Or give that pervert a good beating and then going to the government office to file a lawsuit? Zixiu denied both soon. He was neither a woman nor a man who would defend his virginity at the cost of his life.

Though he still felt a little weak, Zixiu had fully come back to his senses and he smelled the reek of alcohol while feeling extreme discomfort in his lower body. “Is it because this guy was drunk last night that he took me for a woman and…” Gritting his teeth, Zixiu wailed inwardly with mixed feelings… Judging from this guy’s strong arms, sturdy chest and the grim look on his face when he slept, Zixiu could tell that he would be digging his own grave if he dared swear at or lay a finger on this pervert. Moreover, the luxurious decoration in the room, the huge bed behind the veil and the scarlet quilt embroidered with mandarin ducks with golden thread… everything was demonstrating the wealth and status of the owner of this mansion. On the contrary, he, Liu Zixiu, was only a nobody without backing. Besides, at this moment, he didn’t even have a weapon in his hand. So even though he was the victim, Zixiu was worried that he couldn’t explain himself about how he had become the surrogate bride. And he couldn’t imagine how this man would react when he woke up and found out that he had had sex with a man after getting drunk. Zixiu was certain that he would be strangled before he could step out of the room, let alone going to the government office to sue him. Then he could only tell his grievances to the king of hell!

Once again, his instinct for self-preservation told him to run away before the groom woke up, or he would be doomed! As the saying goes, a wise man knows when to retreat. Liu Zixiu decided to swallow the humiliation. “That’s not a big deal! I’ll think of it as if I were bitten by a dog last night!” he comforted himself. In spite of aching all over, he held his breath and began to move cautiously. After managing to distance himself from the man on the bed, without hesitation, he lifted a corner of the quilt carefully and moved out little by little.

It took him quite a long time before Zixiu managed to get out of bed without alerting that pervert. However, when he was about to put his clothes on, he found the wedding clothes he had worn yesterday and his underwear in tatters all over the floor, which instantly reminded him of what had happened last night. If it weren’t for his strong psychological endurance, he would have died on the spot after coughing up a mouthful of blood! He didn’t want to wear those damn wedding clothes again, but where was the wardrobe? Anyway, it would be too indecent to rush out and run in the street naked!

“Darling, if you need anything, just let the maidservants come in and help you.”

Zixiu’s heart skipped a beat when the low voice suddenly rang behind. He froze on the spot in an instant. “Gosh! That pervert woke up!”

Seeing that the new princess had “her” back towards him nakedly and seemed reluctant to let the maidservants in, Nangong Du, who was experienced in dealing with women, took it for granted that this “princess” from the Wen Kingdom was whoring herself out. He sneered inwardly, but jumped out of the bed in haste, pretending that he couldn’t wait to the second time of intimacy.

One, two, three, four… When Zixiu counted to the seventh step that Nangong Du had taken toward him from behind, he suddenly picked up the vase on the cabinet by his side, turned swiftly and threw it at him.

However, the vase didn’t crack as Zixiu expected, instead, Nangong Du caught it without difficulty. Meanwhile, Nangong Du was shocked by what he had seen—his “bride” was actually… a man! Yes, he didn’t get it wrong. It was a man who was standing in front of him, with a flat front and firm tumescence in his unholy nether realm!

“Who are you?” Nangong Du froze for quite a while before he finally came back to his senses.

“Who the hell are you?” Hearing him roar again, Zixiu was so scared that he couldn’t utter a single word. Becoming as irritable as usual, Nangong Du grabbed Zixiu by the neck with his powerful hands, like a hawk catching a chicken. “You better start talking!”

“My name is Mark Lira, and I’m twenty years old. My favorite cartoon is The Prince of Tennis!”  Under the murderous gaze of Nangong Du, Zixiu blurted out a string of strange words, the meaning of which even he himself didn’t know. Pieces of memory flashed in his mind, but before he could capture any information, he was struck by a splitting headache.