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Xin Yi felt that the old man's face must have something strange about it, so he reached out to grab his beard. The old man squatted down to dodge, but unexpectedly, while the beard escaped, the blue cloth headscarf was firmly caught by Xin Yi. With a quick pull, the headscarf fell from the old man's head, and this time it startled Xin Yi. It turned out that when the headscarf fell away, a head of beautiful, smooth hair cascaded down like a waterfall.
Just think about it: a man in his fifties, dark and thin with a face full of wrinkles, had such beautiful and smooth hair, and that hair even smelled pleasant! Who wouldn't be shocked? In a moment of surprise, Xin Yi felt even more furious and became even more convinced that this old man was a monster. He quickly turned his hand to grab at the old man's face again. This time, the old man was prepared and dodged aside, but he didn't expect that Xin Yi's move was just a feint; while his left hand pretended to grab the face, his right hand went straight for the old man's chest. By the time the old man realized he had been tricked, it was too late to evade. He only slightly shifted his body and was firmly caught by Xin Yi's right hand.
With this grab, Xin Yi exerted quite a bit of force because he didn't know how strong the old man was. Afraid that if he didn't use enough strength he would escape, he clamped down on his chest like an iron claw. However, as soon as he grabbed, Xin Yi felt something was off; why did it feel soft and elastic? Looking at the old man's dark and thin face, there shouldn't be any fat on him. Why did it feel like fat when he touched it? Curious, Xin Yi pinched a couple more times and suddenly realized it felt somewhat like a woman's breast?! Oh my god! In a state of panic, Xin Yi quickly stepped back a few paces, looking at the black-and-thin old man with an incredulous expression. After pointing at him for a while, he finally managed to stammer out a sentence: "What... what exactly are you?!"
It wasn't surprising that Xin Yi was so shocked; the scene was simply too bizarre. An old man with a full beard had beautiful smooth hair—that could be dismissed as an eccentric artist—but what was even more outrageous was that he also had soft and elastic breasts! Good heavens! Who could handle such an explosive combination? Who could endure such heavy tastes? It was already generous of Xin Yi not to faint on the spot.
After asking that question tremblingly, Xin Yi stood there dumbfounded waiting for an answer from whatever this thing was. He then saw the old man groaning in pain while rubbing his almost-bursting breasts, hissing through gritted teeth before cursing: "Are you trying to kill me? Grabbing me so hard! Is it fun to bully me?!"
Upon hearing that voice, Xin Yi froze in shock. How could this be? The old man's voice was actually Roxy's! This meant that Roxy had disguised herself as such a dark and thin old man with wrinkles and a beard! A wave of shock hit Xin Yi, and all he could think about was wanting to spit blood. What kind of nonsense was this? A stunning beauty had disguised herself as such an old man to tease him, and he almost ended up crushing her breasts with his grab—what was the point of this? Was it just to mess with him?
Xin Yi plopped down on the bed with a bitter smile: "Roxy, do you think this is funny? By the way, are you okay?"
"Roxy" continued to hiss in pain while gritting her teeth. It was no joke; Xin Yi had grabbed her hard because he feared she would slip away if he didn't hold on tightly. For someone who practiced Kung Fu, using strength meant using quite a bit of it; not bursting her breasts on the spot could be considered mercy from Xin Yi. While hissing in pain, Roxy cursed: "Damn you, Xin Yi! You're too ruthless! You knew this was me... how could you do that?!"
Xin Yi felt frustrated inside. What do you mean I knew? Who would have guessed that an old man would have such impressive breasts? And yet he had inadvertently grabbed them perfectly! With all sincerity, he thought: I absolutely did not mean to do it! But then again, it seemed like after feeling it once, he had pinched a few more times to confirm—however, that could only be considered an academic pursuit of truth; there is an essential difference between knowing something and still doing it.
"Cough cough..." Xin Yi cleared his throat innocently: "Roxy, I really didn't know it was you. Who could recognize you dressed like this? I thought you were a thief trying to steal that roster! That's why I acted! Besides, who would guess that a man would have... well... those things? I'm sorry! I truly didn't mean it!"
"And you're saying you didn't mean it!" Roxy shouted angrily: "You hurt me! How could you be so rough?!"
"I really didn't mean it! I've apologized; isn't that enough? At worst... if I hurt you somewhere, I'll treat you! If I made you uncomfortable somewhere, I'll give you a massage..."
“Xin Yi! You’re still taking advantage of me! It’s driving me crazy! It’s driving me crazy!” Roxy exclaimed in frustration. Xin Yi realized that he had been too subtle with his words. Treat the injured, massage the sore spots—Xin Yi, you really know how to seize an opportunity. Truly, you are a new generation nurtured by the party's teachings, applying its principles to perfection: if there are conditions, go for it; if not, create conditions to go for it! So you’re pinching someone’s sensitive spots just to create a reason for a massage? Scoundrel! Beast!
“No, that’s not what I meant,” Xin Yi quickly explained. “What I meant was that I also understand massage… No, wait, how did you end up looking like this?”
“Hmph! You clearly have a guilty conscience but won’t admit it!” Roxy muttered under her breath. Of course, she wouldn’t admit it because she felt guilty. If she admitted it, then there would be no guilt. It seems this foreign girl still hasn’t grasped the essence of Heavenly Pride’s language. After mumbling, Roxy replied irritably, “And whose fault is it? It’s because of you!”
“Why is it always because of me?” Xin Yi felt a bit helpless. Why does everything seem to involve him? It doesn’t seem like this is his unlucky year, and besides, he was wearing red underwear—how could he be having such bad luck?
“Don’t say it’s not because of you,” Roxy said confidently. “Isn’t it because you said my appearance was seen by the agents of Mei Organization, and that’s why I had to hurry back to Guokan? With this makeup, no one will recognize me! Just look, you didn’t even recognize me just now! So I absolutely won’t go back to Guokan! What you said doesn’t matter to me.”
Oh, so that’s what it was about. Xin Yi finally understood. But honestly, Roxy’s makeup skills were impressive; he had spent so much time with her and hadn’t recognized her at all. Not to mention those agents from Mei Organization who had only met her once—he nodded in acknowledgment and secretly admired Roxy’s makeup skills.
Seeing Xin Yi’s expression of approval made Roxy happy; it seemed staying in Abayir was no problem now. Feeling pleased, she smiled sweetly at Xin Yi, asking coyly, “Xin Yi, do you think I look good like this?”
Xin Yi felt a tumult in his stomach and desperately suppressed the urge to vomit. He turned his head away, unable to look at Roxy, and painfully said, “Roxy, could you please remove your makeup first before we talk in detail?” Even though he knew that the stunning beauty standing before him was indeed Roxy, perhaps due to her exceptional makeup skills making it hard to distinguish reality from illusion—suddenly being smiled at by an old man with a scruffy beard while he spoke sweetly was simply overwhelming.
“Ugh! Why do you have that expression?” Roxy asked in confusion. “Do I look that bad? I think this old man looks quite handsome with my makeup.” Sister, it’s not that the old man looks bad; it’s just that no one can handle the bizarre combination created by you and him.
Seeing that Xin Yi truly didn’t seem fond of her, Roxy glared at him angrily before storming back to her room to remove her makeup. Xin Yi patted his chest to calm his distressed heart and was just about to lie down for a moment to steady his heartbeat when the doorbell rang again. He opened the door and exclaimed, “Why are you back again? Didn’t I tell you to remove your makeup first?”
“Remove my makeup? What makeup?” A puzzled Topology stood at the door.
“Oh, it’s you! What’s up? Did you finish your business so quickly today?” Seeing Topology outside, Xin Yi couldn’t help but tease him a bit; this guy usually wouldn’t return for at least two or three hours. It seemed today’s situation wasn’t very ideal.
"Um," Topology replied absentmindedly, then scratched his head and hesitantly asked Xin Yi, "Brother Xin, do I look like someone who lacks masculinity?"
"Ah? What's wrong?" Xin Yi was taken aback by Topology's seemingly random question, but soon relaxed and said, "I've told you before that you need to have moderation in such matters. Treating it like a daily meal, like you do, is not only excessive but also typical binge behavior. Your body won't be able to handle it in the long run." Given the context of today's battle, Xin Yi easily interpreted Topology's words as complaints about his poor performance.
"Huh? What?" Topology was momentarily stunned by Xin Yi's response and took a while to react before bursting into laughter. "Hahaha... Brother Xin, where did your mind go? My body is perfectly fine; I treat that kind of thing as a form of exercise for strengthening my health."
"Then what do you mean by asking me?" Xin Yi asked in surprise.
"I ran into a strange old man in the corridor outside your room just now," Topology said with some disgust. "But that guy actually winked at me with an extremely ambiguous expression, which gave me goosebumps. That's why I asked if my image might be easily misunderstood as... you know what?"
Seeing Topology's super frustrated expression and recalling the strange old man's flirty demeanor, Xin Yi couldn't help but burst into laughter...
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