"Yu'er is back! That little beast is worshipping gods in his room!"
Grandmother was pretty sharp-tongued too.
Aunt let out a crisp "Oh," and a few seconds later, the bedroom door was violently shoved open with a bang.
The Cat King Speaker immediately stopped its praises of "Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful."
Lying flat on the bed, Zhang Yuanqing turned his head toward the door and saw Aunt, whom he had not seen in many days. Her carefully styled hair hung loosely with a slight fluffiness, curled at the ends and framing her round little face.
She wore beige high-waisted casual pants, a white printed three-quarter-sleeve women's T-shirt, flat sandals, and a small black handbag slung over one shoulder.
Though she was already twenty-five, she somehow dressed with the air of the girl next door.
Aunt stood in the doorway and studied him for a few seconds before rolling her eyes and saying with utter disdain:
"You filthy creature!"
"Huh?" Zhang Yuanqing did not get it.
Aunt tossed aside her bag and dashed to the bedside in a few strides. Assuming a martial arts stance straight out of a TV show, she lowered into a bow stance and chopped at her nephew's head with a hand blade, saying indignantly:
"You filthy creature!"
Zhang Yuanqing understood. She was disgusted that he had gotten himself a girlfriend.
"You filthy creature, filthy creature!" Aunt maintained her bow stance, repeatedly bringing down her hand blade with a thump, thump.
What the hell? Zhang Yuanqing took several solid chops and flew into a rage. He thrust up his waist, clamped Aunt's slender waist between his legs, then twisted his body and flung her onto the bed.
Zhang Yuanqing rolled over and sat up, dropping his butt onto Jiang Yu'er's rounded rear. Striking a Wu Song Fights the