"Damn bloody luck, my dear bro... hic... sis." Gou Jing let out a blood-tinged burp and swallowed the fishy taste as though nothing had happened. His hands never stopped moving, leisurely wiping his face. Little by little, the murky shadow in the dressing mirror was wiped away.
Qiongzhi's reflection in the mirror grew ever clearer. A delicate nose, thin lips, cool and distant brows and eyes—the kind of woman who stirred an overwhelming urge to conquer her.
Gou Jing's identity was not one given to lusting after women. Nor had he ever regarded the beauty across from him as a woman—he did not even regard her as a person. Looking at those picturesque features in the mirror and thinking of the storm to come, he drawled, "Zhongshan Weisun and Chen Suan are looking for Three-Part Fragrance Pavilion to avenge Long Boji. Zhimi just happened not to be in Jing State, so naturally they've seized the chance to torment me—"
Then his hands abruptly stopped. "Motherfucking doggrass! That stinking bitch Zhimi clearly got wind of it beforehand and ran away. She left me here to pay the debt! Why are these people all such bastards? I've been so loyal, and they abandoned me without so much as a word!"
Of course, he had not only figured this out now. In fact, the moment Zhongshan Weisun sat down in the pavilion, parted those young-master golden lips of his, and lightly called out, "Next batch," Gou Jing had already known what he would be facing.
The reason he was only now "suddenly realizing" it was, first, to show that he held nothing back from his good big brother Cui Wuguan—even putting his thoughts right on his lips. Second, to set a standard for his own mind, subtly making King Wuguan accept this: her