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You Were Born a Nobleman, Chapter Fifty-Seven: Whose Family is Slaughtering Pigs? Why Aren't They Calling for Auntie!
"Oh, ah..." A piercing scream shot up into the sky, startling a tree full of Sparrow that had been engrossed in the show, leaving only one crow perched on a high branch, watching coldly. Shu Que Wu Pan
Jumping rolled up his sleeves and jumped out of the courtyard, shouting loudly, "Whose family is slaughtering pigs? Why aren't they calling for Auntie!"
Kong Xuan quickly sat up, his expression becoming quite remarkable; when it came to ruining the atmosphere, the little fool in his arms was top-notch.
Tang Zisu continued to scream mournfully, "Ouch, I'm cramping! It hurts, it really hurts!"
Kong Xuan shook his head helplessly and jumped down from the tree with Tang Zisu in his arms.
He pushed aside Jumping, who was blocking the way, and set Tang Zisu down on a large stone. Then he squatted down and placed her cramping leg on his knee, lifting her skirt to roll up her pant legs.
Tang Zisu nervously asked, "What are you going to do?"
Kong Xuan removed her hand that was gripping her pant leg. "Don't move."
His warm palm pressed against Tang Zisu's calf, and his long fingers gently rubbed the tangled muscles. The pressure was just right; not only did it relieve the pain, but it also made Tang Zisu comfortably close her eyes. Young man, well done! If you were a boy, you'd definitely be a treasure for a wealthy lady.
Jumping's eyes widened even more. When did they become this close? Indeed—sisterly love runs deep!
"Does it still hurt?" Kong Xuan whispered into Tang Zisu's ear, his warm breath startling her, causing her to shiver. As she realized what was happening, her face gradually turned red.
"Come on, stand up and try walking," Kong Xuan said as he stood up and supported Tang Zisu by her arms, helping her to her feet.
The autumn sunlight shone brightly on Tang Zisu's face, warm enough to feel like it was steaming. Her hand was held by Kong Xuan, but it felt more like her heartbeat was in his grasp, the rhythm of her pulse controlled by him. Suddenly distracted, she stumbled as she realized, damn it, I'm a man! Why am I blushing like a shy little wife? This is not scientific!
The scientific approach was for Tang Zisu to reach out and tickle the palm of Kong Xuan's hand, mimicking his earlier smug smile.
Kong Xuan's long-stagnant heart skipped a beat; this is *---me!
Kong Xuan seemed to enjoy this *; he mirrored Tang Zisu's actions and began to tickle her palm in return. The two of them played back and forth joyfully, their sweet and sticky interaction nearly overwhelming the observing Jumping.
Just as Jumping was about to say something, a person came running over, panting heavily—it was Little Fish.
Without waiting for Little Fish to stop, Jumping rushed over and grabbed Little Fish by the collar. "Little Rascal, what are you doing out here instead of picking beans at home?"
"Zhu Tiao Tiao, your dad hasn't come back from the mountain yet. Aren't you going to look for him?" Little Fish said, sweat beading on his forehead as he pressed his hand against his chest to catch his breath.
"If you're so bored, just put on a blindfold and go grind some flour. My dad goes up the mountain every day; this time he went with a group of people—what's there to look for?"
"No, I just divined for your dad; it's very ominous."
Jumping skillfully twisted Little Fish's ear. "Little Rascal, do you believe I’ll smash that turtle shell of yours? You think you're some kind of fortune teller? Why don't you calculate when you'll achieve success instead? Get lost and stop cursing my dad."
Little Fish seemed truly anxious as he broke free from Jumping and said to Tang Zisu and Kong Xuan: "You have to listen to me, it's real. There are monsters in the mountains, and I'm afraid Brother An is in real danger."
Before Tang Zisu and Kong Xuan could respond, a commotion erupted from the direction of the road. Several hunters were carrying a bloodied person towards them, shouting as they ran: "High Priestess, please help! He's going to die!"
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