"What are you thinking about?"
On the ocean liner, Huo Dahao narrowed his eyes as he looked at his son.
"Nothing... nothing."
Huo Yuanmeng hurriedly shook his head.
"Remember this: coveting your sworn brother's wife is a great taboo in the martial world. If you dare entertain any crooked thoughts, don't blame me for showing no mercy."
Huo Dahao warned coldly.
"I wouldn't, I wouldn't. A girl like Miss Sheng is far beyond my reach. I wouldn't even dare look at her."
Huo Yuanmeng said repeatedly.
"Spineless." Huo Dahao glared at his son. "Weren't you quite bold when you were learning foreign languages? How come you turn into a coward the moment you come back to the old country and see your own people?"
"It's not cowardice," Huo Yuanmeng said. "You wouldn't understand. Only vulgar painted faces become more tempting the prettier they are. But someone like Miss Sheng... I can't describe it. I just feel that even looking at her once more would be a sin. You simply can't give rise to the slightest improper thought."
"You little bastard, who are you calling inadequate?! I, Lame Hao, have fought my way through the world outside—what kind of scenes haven't I seen? Those noblewomen and young ladies, which one of them didn't look lofty and untouchable? But behind closed doors... hmph! The more unattainable they look, the more interesting it is to tame them—that's what truly feels good! Yet in your mouth, it's become some kind of sin?! Tell me clearly: is Miss Sheng really some celestial immortal descended to earth, someone whose finger can't even be touched, or are you just a complete weakling who doesn't even dare think about it?!"
Huo Dahao flew into a rage.
"Keep bragging."
With Miss Sheng absent, Huo Yuanmeng was not the least