C150 I Would Rather Die Under the Peony Flowers!

"Sixth Master, that person isn't really bad. If she were truly evil, she wouldn't have saved me. Besides, she did save my life once, and I can't be ungrateful."

Ye Yuvyuv scrunched her nose, looking at Huo Lingxiao with a hint of difficulty. "How about this: I won't keep her by my side, but can I decide where she goes?"

Her eyes, large and innocent like a child's, sparkled with sincerity. Her long lashes, like tiny fans, cast shadows on her cheeks, making her seem all the more endearing. There was an innate charm about her that was hard to resist.

Huo Lingxiao playfully pinched her chubby cheek. "Don't try to seduce me, or I might not be able to control myself. What if I can't resist and you end up crying?"

Ye Yuvyuv's face turned pale with fright. Her attempt to appear vulnerable froze awkwardly, leaving her looking a bit silly.

Huo Lingxiao burst into laughter at her expression. He cupped her face and gave her a quick peck, his voice low and teasing. "Yuvyuv, you're such a little charmer. I'm worried you'll run off and attract some other guy. I just want to hide you away where no one else can see you."

Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly replied, "I won't, I promise I won't go after anyone else."

She was genuinely afraid Huo Lingxiao might actually lock her away. He was unpredictable, capable of anything. Being a madman, his thoughts couldn't be understood with normal logic.

Right now, she had no way to fight or resist him, so Ye Yuvyuv decided to play it smart and act submissive. This man responded better to softness than defiance.

Ye Yuvyuv blinked her large, watery eyes, looking as obedient and well-behaved as ever.

Huo Lingxiao's lips curled with a hint of satisfaction as he pulled her into his embrace, his voice low as he murmured into her fragrant hair, "Since you've been so obedient, I'll grant your request. As for that prisoner, handle it yourself, but remember not to use her original identity. Got it?"

"Mm, thank you," Yuvyuv replied, a barely noticeable glint of excitement and cunning flashing across her face.

She was plotting something, and the target of her scheme was the very devil standing before her. She had stumbled upon a great advantage, having spent her past life by Huo Lingxiao's side. Naturally, she knew more about the people and events around him than anyone else.

Yuvyuv felt a thrill she couldn't quite suppress. She didn't realize that her trembling shoulders, held close by the man, betrayed her current state.

Huo Lingxiao's dark eyes were deep and unreadable. He inhaled the scent of Yuvyuv's hair, pondering what mischief his little fox was planning now. Her smugness at having outsmarted him was audacious, and he thought she needed a lesson.

He lowered his head and suddenly nipped at her neck in a playful reprimand.

"Ouch, that hurts!" Yuvyuv gasped, her voice carrying a hint of coquettishness. She hadn't meant to sound so suggestive; it was just that her naturally soft Southern accent made even her anger sound gentle and trembling.

To the man's ears, it was like a siren's call.

"You little vixen, you’ve stirred me up, now you have to deal with it," Huo Lingxiao growled, his desire flaring as he pressed her onto the soft bed.

He took her small hand and expertly guided it to his collar.

Yuvyuv burst into tears, "You jerk, Huo Lingxiao! You’re bullying me again. I helped you out today, and instead of thanking me, you treat me like this. I don’t want this, let me go..."

“Yuvyuv, you're such a little vixen, how can you not take responsibility for charming me?”

“You've got me all worked up, so you need to help me cool down.”

“Yuvyuv, my little fox, be good and call me ‘Master’!”

“No, you're a pervert, I don't want to do this. Let me go... I want to go home and tell my dad and Uncle Huo that you're bullying me. They'll beat you up.”

“Well, I'd rather die under a peony than live without passion. Yuvyuv, my Yuvyuv...”

Huo Lingxiao's heavy breathing mixed with the little woman's sobs, creating an atmosphere of embarrassing intimacy and ripples of emotion.

At 8:30 in the morning, Yuvyuv finally woke up, feeling like her bones were about to shatter. She glared with her large amber eyes at her swollen hands and gritted her teeth, muttering, “Bastard!”

“Huo Lingxiao, you jerk, you pervert, shameless old lecher!”

Yuvyuv cursed under her breath, angrily pounding her small fists on the bed. Thinking about how Huo Lingxiao had bullied her again last night, she wanted to fight back but couldn't. She wished she could stab him with a knife.

He was too much. Once wasn't enough for him; shamelessly, he wanted a second round. He even had the nerve to say her crying was too enticing, deliberately stirring his desire. He claimed that a man can't hold back, that it's bad for his health, and if she made him wait until she was of age, she'd regret it.

“Jerk, jerk, I'd rather be a widow forever than shed a single tear for you, you big pervert,” Yuvyuv seethed with anger.

With murder in her eyes, Yuvyuv got up to wash up. She lingered in the bathroom, washing her hands for half an hour. She nearly scrubbed off a layer of skin before emerging with her hands red and raw.

As she descended the stairs, Ye Yuvyuv felt a bit relieved not to see that "Great Devil," Huo Lingxiao. Her mood lightened slightly. Xiaoju, the maid, noticed her coming down and quickly set the breakfast table.

After breakfast, Ye Yuvyuv picked up a dark red, British-style handbag, ready to head out. Just then, an aide approached her. "Miss Yuvyuv, the Sixth Master instructed us to escort you today."

"I can manage on my own; you don't need to follow me," Ye Yuvyuv replied coolly, glancing over the four aides.

The aide hesitated, "Miss Yuvyuv, the Sixth Master insisted. I can't disobey."

Ye Yuvyuv didn't want to hear anything about that "bastard" Huo Lingxiao. Now, this "bastard" had arranged for aides to follow her. Was he suspicious of her? Though frustrated, she couldn't take it out on the aides who were just following orders.

"Fine, it saves me the trouble of calling a cab. You know where I'm headed today, right?" Ye Yuvyuv raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Yes, Miss Yuvyuv, to the police department's holding cells," the aide responded promptly and respectfully.

"Alright, then. Thank you," Ye Yuvyuv replied with poise, as long as she wasn't facing Huo Lingxiao. After all, her late mother, a true lady of high society, had instilled in her a strong sense of etiquette and decorum. Despite her tomboyish nature growing up, Ye Yuvyuv never wanted to disappoint her mother's gentle gaze. Naturally, she learned her lessons in etiquette well.

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