Tears Streamed Down

"Young Master, it's time to get up."

In the morning, as the first rays of sunlight shone upon the ground, a new day began.

Zhao Ming was awakened by Ah Yin.

Still half-asleep, Zhao Ming could feel a pair of soft, warm little hands kneading his face.

When he opened his eyes, a gentle and graceful woman appeared before him. She was leaning against Zhao Ming's bed, one hand propping up her chin while her right hand roamed over Zhao Ming's face. She muttered, "Young Master really can sleep. The sun is practically shining on your butt already. Why aren't you awake yet?"

"Ah!" As soon as she finished speaking, Ah Yin suddenly noticed that Zhao Ming had already awakened and was smiling at her. Her face instantly flushed.

As if shocked by electricity,

Ah Yin swiftly pulled back the little hand that had been feeling all over Zhao Ming's face.

She sprang up from the bed and obediently stood beside it.

"Young Master, I-I came to clean your room!" Ah Yin raised her handkerchief and waved it at Zhao Ming. Then, merely for show, she began wiping the window nearby.

"Do you think that explanation works? Cleaning the room? Wiping the windows? You wiped the windows all the way onto my face?" Zhao Ming said, pretending to be angry.

"Young Master, I was wrong. I just wanted to come see you." Ah Yin pouted unhappily.

But Zhao Ming would not let her off just because she was acting cute. She already dared to touch him so freely now. What would happen in the future?

"Zhi'er?" Zhao Ming said sternly, his expression unchanged.

"Ah? Young Master, what's wrong?" Seeing Zhao Ming's increasingly serious expression, Ah Yin became a little flustered.

"Hmph. A nation has its laws, and a family has its rules. According to the rules, what should happen when someone offends Young Master?" Zhao Ming asked after thinking for a moment.

"Family punishment?" Ah Yin's body visibly trembled at those words.

"What? Not saying anything now?" Zhao Ming continued in a deep voice.

"Sp-spank... spank my butt." Ah Yin spoke in a trembling voice, her hands held behind her back.

"Pfft!" Zhao Ming could not help spitting out a mouthful of blood.

What exactly had this damn system done to Ah Yin?

"This rule is... cough, cough... too much. This rule is abolished from now on," Zhao Ming hurriedly said.

"Why? Wasn't this rule set by you, Young Master?" Confused surprise flashed through Ah Yin's eyes.

I set it? I've been wronged! I didn't do anything!

"System, what exactly did you do to Ah Yin?" Zhao Ming could not help cursing inwardly.

How had that peerless woman, gentle as jade, become like this?

"Cough, cough, this system has been wronged! Ah Yin's memories currently contain only the Host as someone close to her. It could even be said that the Host is the only person in her memories. Of course she would instinctively draw close to the Host."

"This closeness, or perhaps dependence, is the instinct of every living creature."

"Was that what I asked? What about that family rule? I never said anything like that."

"Cough, cough, well... wasn't I doing it for the Host's benefit?" the system said with a lecherous laugh.

You lecherous system. Although I do rather like it, but—

Pah! How could a warm-hearted man like me, with such steadfast eyes, possibly have such filthy thoughts?

This was all because the system had influenced him too deeply!

Though he said that, Zhao Ming's eyes could not help drifting toward Ah Yin's body.

Peach-like butt!!!

So round!

An S-shaped figure!

Zhao Ming slowly walked toward Ah Yin, one step at a time.

Ah Yin looked at Zhao Ming with a bitter little face, her hands behind her back as she stood there at a loss.

Seeing that she could not escape, she pouted stubbornly, braced both hands against her knees, and stuck it out on her own initiative.

"Pfft!" Seeing those breathtaking curves, Zhao Ming could not help spitting out another mouthful of blood.

Tears involuntarily streamed down from his nostrils.

Guards! Where were the guards?

Zhao Ming took a deep breath.

His right hand

rose into the air.

"Hey, Zhao Ming, who are you talking to? Why does it sound like there's a woman in your room?"

Click. The door opened, and Xiao Wu poked her little head inside.

Her eyes widened.

She blinked.

"Ah!"

Xiao Wu could not help screaming! Why was there such a beautiful woman in Zhao Ming's room, posing in such a shameful position?

It was simply too much for the eyes!

Could it be? Xiao Wu suddenly recalled the little posters pasted on some walls and trees along the streets of Nuoding City.

"No!"

Xiao Wu shoved Ah Yin away and shouted loudly.

Ah Yin was dumbfounded. She had not expected someone to suddenly appear, and she screamed as well.

Zhao Ming was even more dumbfounded, his hand suspended in midair as he stood at a loss.

After pushing Ah Yin away, Xiao Wu hurried to Zhao Ming's side and spread her arms wide, shielding him behind her.

"It's unhealthy! You can't do that, you'll get sick." Xiao Wu shook her head, her expression grave.

"Xiao Wu, listen to my explanation, I—" Zhao Ming quickly tried to explain.

Before he could finish, Xiao Wu covered Zhao Ming's mouth and muttered, "I know! But she can't! It's unhealthy!"

"Huh? What's unhealthy?" Zhao Ming asked, completely confused.

"Look, you've even started getting a nosebleed. She must have caused it. You don't know, but those kinds of people aren't clean. They all have diseases," Xiao Wu said with her head lowered.

"What nosebleed? This is snot." Zhao Ming wiped away the red liquid running from his nostrils.

"Hmph, do you think I'm stupid? That's obviously a nosebleed." Xiao Wu said irritably.

"Wait, I won't explain it to you yet. Let me introduce her first. This is my personal maid, Zhi'er. She has served me since I was little. She's not the sort of person you're imagining. Think about it—how could such a beautiful girl possibly be that kind of person?" Zhao Ming said, pointing at Ah Yin.

Ah Yin also walked over at that moment, hugged Zhao Ming's arm, and called out, "Young Master!"

"Zhi'er, this is my girlfriend, Xiao Wu," Zhao Ming introduced Xiao Wu to Ah Yin.

Only after hearing Zhao Ming's words did Xiao Wu come to her senses and realize that she had misunderstood.

She knew about Zhao Ming's family circumstances. Over the past few days, they had spent no fewer than several hundred Gold Soul Coins, yet Zhao Ming had not even blinked. His family background had to be extraordinary.

Moreover, Zhao Ming's Martial Soul and talent were both so outstanding. The place capable of nurturing him had to be extraordinary as well.

The woman before her possessed exceptional beauty, and her strength clearly did not seem weak either.

Such a person was actually just a maid?

In Xiao Wu's eyes, even if the family that had raised Zhao Ming was incredibly powerful, it could not possibly have many women like this. This had to be the child bride that Zhao Ming's mysterious family had prepared for him!

Although simple-minded Zhao Ming still did not understand such matters, with her Hundred Thousand Year of experience, Xiao Wu was certain it had to be so!