The Timid One

The morning sun rose. Brilliant sunlight filtered through the curtains, spilling across the spacious double bed and inevitably falling upon that gentle, breathtakingly beautiful face.

Her fair skin was delicate enough to break at a touch, like a freshly peeled egg with a faint blush. Her nose was fine and upturned, her small lips crimson, her willow-leaf brows gracefully curved. Her flawless face glowed softly beneath the sunlight, giving her an air of sanctity that could not be profaned.

As she slept, she looked exceptionally gentle, nothing like the wild and ferocious woman she had been last night. At that moment, she seemed so lovable that one could not help wanting to pull her into their arms and cherish her properly.

Ye Han lay beside her, propping up his head with one arm as he quietly watched the woman's peaceful sleeping face. At the same time, he pondered how to deal with this matter once she woke up.

Of course, the best option would be to pull up his pants and leave immediately.

But Ye Han was clearly not that kind of person.

Hmm!

I, Ye Han, am a decent man. I absolutely won't be thinking about going for a second round!

Even if I do, I'll only think about possessing her forever.

With such a beautiful woman before him, Ye Han himself would not believe it if he claimed to have no thoughts about her.

But whenever he recalled what had happened last night, Ye Han could not help feeling a headache coming on.

He clearly had three gorgeous beauties by his side, but because one of them was pregnant, even having a little fun with the other two had become an extravagant hope.

And so, after holding back for over a month, he had made the mistake all men in the world would make last night.

Of course, he would never admit that he had been drawn in by the woman's beauty.

With a helpless smile, Ye Han stared at the flawless face so close to him and could not resist reaching out to pinch her cheek.

Her fair, delicate skin felt soft and tender beneath his fingers, incredibly pleasant to touch.

The woman seemed to sense something in her sleep. Her willow brows furrowed slightly, her eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes.

"Ah!~"

Their eyes met. One second, then two—and suddenly, a sharp, ear-piercing scream rang out. Even Ye Han, who had been watching the show, instinctively covered his ears. The hairs all over his body stood on end, as though some great terror had descended.

The woman's bleary eyes abruptly widened. As if she had seen a ghost, she screamed while instinctively recoiling, trying to get as far away from Ye Han as possible.

Seeing the terror in her eyes, even Ye Han felt a chill in his heart. He could not help looking behind himself. There was nothing there, and he breathed a slight sigh of relief. Fortunately, the thing he had imagined had not appeared.

Then, as if recalling something, he reached up and touched his own cheek. The injuries from yesterday's beating had long since healed! He should not look ugly anymore, right?

Ye Han was speechless. He had no idea what exactly had frightened the woman so badly.

Seeing that she was about to fall off the bed, Ye Han could only reach out and pull her back.

"Ah! Let me go! Don't touch me, bastard, let me go!"

She struggled and screamed. When she saw that she could not break free, the woman opened her cherry-red lips and bit down directly on Ye Han's shoulder.

"Fuck, are you a dog or something? Why are you biting people now?"

With an angry curse, Ye Han raised his hand and smacked the woman's shapely butt.

The air fell silent for an instant.

A burning pain spread through her, and at the same time, the woman tasted something sweet, salty, and fishy in her mouth—the taste of blood.

The woman froze. Then she suddenly pushed with both hands, shoving Ye Han, who was holding her, away.

Caught off guard, Ye Han was actually pushed off the bed by a woman whose strength was less than a tenth of what it should have been.

He quickly got up, glanced at the blanket by his feet, then looked at the naked woman. Ye Han could not help feeling his throat go dry.

The woman might have enjoyed herself last night, but Little Ye Han had suffered all night long.

"Damn it, get a grip."

Ye Han cursed under his breath. Suppressing the urge to turn into a wolf, he picked up the blanket and tossed it to the woman, who was huddled in the corner of the bed with her arms around her knees, still trembling.

Yet the woman did not even glance at the blanket. Her eyes remained fixed on Ye Han, her fear still lingering.

"Seriously? You're this timid? You weren't like this when you were assaulting me last night!" Ye Han said helplessly.

"Y-you, who exactly are you?"

The woman finally spoke. Hugging her knees in the corner, she stared fixedly at Ye Han, as if afraid he would pounce on her the very next moment.

"My name is Ye Han. When I was heading home yesterday afternoon, I saw you being cornered by two thugs in an alley. I was the one who saved you. Then you beat me up. Do you remember?" Ye Han said aggrievedly.

After saying that, he intended to sit down.

But the moment his body moved, the woman in the corner instantly changed expression. Her little face went deathly pale, and she cried out in a heart-wrenching, nearly tearful voice, "Don't come over! Don't come over!"

Ye Han's face darkened, and he felt as though countless mythical grass-mud horses were galloping across his head.

"Fine, fine, fine, I won't go over. I won't move, okay? And stop screaming. If you keep yelling, the whole street will hear you. Anyone who doesn't know better will think I did something outrageously evil." At this point, Ye Han could only raise his hands in surrender, standing ramrod straight like an obedient child.

The woman watched Ye Han as though he were a thief. Her eyes alternated between timidity and confusion.

Scenes replayed in her mind like a movie.

Yesterday at noon, she had personally killed that rebellious disciple who had always harbored improper thoughts toward her, using the Heaven Devouring Magic to drain all of his essence, energy, and spirit.

Who would have thought that the disciple's mind was filled with lustful and depraved desires? The woman, who had always relied on slaughter to vent the negative emotions in her heart, had unexpectedly fallen victim to it this time. While she was dazed and muddled, she saw the man before her.

Then, all she remembered was fighting this man in a haze. After that, it was now.

If anyone opened their eyes and saw that nightmare of a face—the face they would never forget even if it turned to ashes—they would probably be scared half to death.

Bibi Dong, be strong. Don't be afraid. He's human too—no, he's just a beast. There's nothing to fear. You're no longer the weak woman from years ago, helplessly at the mercy of others without any power to fight back. You are no longer the same. You now have the means to face any opponent.

The woman continuously encouraged herself in her heart. The terror in her eyes gradually gave way to a little courage to meet Ye Han's gaze.

However, the slightest movement from Ye Han immediately shattered that courage.

"Don't move! Don't move!" the woman cried in panic.

The best way to overcome fear was to face it head-on.

But that required enough time.

"Alright, alright, keep shouting over there if you want. You should be fine now, and I need to go to work. I won't make you take responsibility for what happened last night. If you want me to take responsibility, you can come find me at Martial Soul Academy anytime. I'm the librarian there."

Ye Han glanced at the sky outside, gave the woman an ambiguous look, then left those words behind. He quickly took out his clothes, changed out of his pajamas, and hurried away.

No matter how big the world was, work came first. That was the fate of workers. Nine to five every day might be a little dull, but for someone experiencing life, it was not necessarily unenjoyable.

The woman hugged her knees as the terrified look in her eyes slowly calmed with the passage of time.

She stared at the closed door, and only after confirming that the young man had left did she slowly stand up. Then her brows suddenly furrowed.

She had been too nervous to notice before, but now she felt intense pain in her lower body. It was red and swollen beyond measure.

Looking down at her body, there was no shame or anger in her eyes—only boundless disgust and hatred.

After two miserable experiences, she had come to hate men deeply. Especially when a man touched her body, she instinctively felt revulsion and wanted to destroy him instantly.

"Martial Soul Academy. I will come find you."

The woman's voice was icy. She glanced at the tightly shut door, then slowly made her way toward the washroom.

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