"The sky is cyan, waiting for the rain, and I am waiting for you. Smoke curls up, thousands of miles across the river…"
Amidst the night crowd, Su Hao pedaled his bicycle, humming a tune leisurely, while also contemplating what games to play with Peilin later.
White-stockinged nun or black-stockinged JK? Cat-eared maid or bunny girl senpai?
Just as Su Hao was conflicted, his peripheral vision suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure.
"Wan'en Jie?" Su Hao paused, then after a moment's hesitation, chased after her.
This afternoon, he had heard from Pei Huizhen that Wan'en had left the gym in a huff after her tennis match when she didn't see him.
Now, it was so late and she wasn't home, Su Hao was worried something might have happened to her.
Perhaps because this area was quite bustling and crowded at night, Wan'en didn't notice Su Hao following her. After crossing a pedestrian walkway, she headed straight for a nightclub.
"Something is indeed going to happen!" Su Hao sighed, found a place to park his bicycle, and followed her inside.
As soon as he entered the nightclub, the deafening music assaulted him, drilling into Su Hao's ears.
Su Hao looked around, seeing mostly young women, many wearing black stockings and baring their slender waists, gyrating freely on the dance floor.
Some more open-minded girls were already embracing their male companions, finding a dark corner to do intimate things.
"No wonder so many men like coming to nightclubs," Su Hao raised an eyebrow, his gaze instinctively locking onto a few pretty girls, secretly comparing their sizes.
"Handsome, alone? Want to have a drink together?" Perhaps because Su Hao was quite good-looking, a heavily made-up girl soon approached him and put her hand on his shoulder.
Su Hao frowned, sizing up the girl. She looked eighteen or nineteen, quite delicate. But her makeup was far too mature and didn't suit her at all, and her perfume was overpoweringly strong.
"Sorry, I have an appointment," Su Hao shook his head, gently pushing the girl away, only to realize that with her interruption, Wan'en had vanished.
Su Hao cursed inwardly and hurried forward, but after only two steps, several more girls approached him.
Damn, there are so many men here, why are they all coming for me! Looking at the swarm of women around him, Su Hao was utterly perplexed.
What he didn't know was that this was actually the effect of the Shaping Water.
It not only reshaped his body, giving Su Hao eight-pack abs, but also had some medicinal properties hidden in his body, subtly transforming Su Hao's appearance and temperament until he became a perfect man.
To put it simply, it gave Su Hao a weakened version of a succubus buff.
The girls Su Hao usually encountered were all goddess-level, each with their own pride, and the succubus buff had no effect on them.
But the girls in the nightclub were different; most of them were "good girls," and naturally, they would be attracted to Su Hao in his succubus-like state.
Unfortunately, Su Hao was afraid of getting sick, so he rejected them all, then scanned his surroundings, searching for Wan'en's figure.
But there were too many people in the nightclub, and he couldn't find her for a while.
Could she have left? Su Hao's heart grew anxious, and his steps quickened.
In a corner of the nightclub, Wan'en stared at Su Hao and the girls around him, a hint of anger on her face.
He knows so many women in a nightclub; he really is a scoundrel!
He usually pretends to be a good boy, but secretly he's playing around so much. With so many women, can you handle it?
Those two from earlier today were one thing, but now this bunch, none of them are as pretty as me, nor do they have as good a figure. Why choose them and not me?
The more Wan'en thought, the angrier she got, drinking one glass of alcohol after another, her face soon flushed.
"Beautiful lady, drowning your sorrows?" A tattooed man who had been eyeing Wan'en for a while saw that she had drunk quite a bit and walked over with a chuckle.
"Get lost!" Wan'en, in a fit of anger, said unceremoniously.
The tattooed man's face stiffened, and he sat down in front of Wan'en without being invited.
"Don't be so cold. You just got dumped by your boyfriend, didn't you? Coincidentally, I just broke up too. How about we team up and chat…"
"Who said I got dumped?!" The tattooed man's words hit Wan'en's sore spot, so before he could finish, Wan'en raised her drink and splashed it over him.
"Damn it, you won't take a toast, so you'll have to take a penalty." The tattooed man's face darkened, and he grabbed Wan'en's wrist.
"What do you want? Get away from me!" Wan'en cursed and struggled.
"What do I want? At that time, it was…"
Before the tattooed man could finish, he suddenly felt a strong gust of wind, then a sharp pain in his waist, and he was kicked flying, knocking over a table.
"Su Hao?" Wan'en saw Su Hao suddenly appear, her face lit up, then quickly turned cold: "I don't need your help!"
"But I've already helped," Su Hao smiled, casually picking up a wine bottle.
"Kid, you dared to ambush me? Kill him!" The tattooed man climbed up from the ground, roared, and summoned a few of his subordinates.
"Su Hao, let's go first, there are too many of them," Wan'en saw the situation was not good and quickly tugged at Su Hao's arm.
"How can a flock of sheep defeat a fierce tiger?" Su Hao looked at his opponents, his face full of disdain.
To ensure foolproof success, he had just exchanged 15 points in the point store for a [Warrior's Mark]. Now, he was like Zhao Zilong possessed, slaying gods and demons alike.
As his words fell, the three subordinates opposite had already charged over. Su Hao did not retreat but advanced, his figure like lightning. Before the opponents could react, he was in front of one subordinate, raising the wine bottle and smashing it violently onto his head.
With a "thump," the wine bottle shattered, and blood flowed from the subordinate's head. Su Hao gripped the remaining half of the bottle and, without hesitation, swept it horizontally, intending to cut the subordinate's throat.
Watching the sharp glass get closer and closer to the subordinate's neck, Su Hao's blood boiled, as if he saw the scene of blood splashing.
However, he quickly reacted and managed to stop his action just in time.
Damn it, I almost killed someone! Looking at the subordinate in front of him, who was clutching his head and screaming, Su Hao's face was filled with lingering fear.
The recently exchanged [Warrior's Mark] had actually tampered with his consciousness, giving him a murderous impulse. It seemed he couldn't use it again in the future.
As his thought just emerged, the other two subordinates had already arrived. One held a baseball bat, the other a telescopic baton, and they both swung at him.
Su Hao's expression remained unchanged. He shifted his feet lightly, dodged the baseball bat, and backhanded the subordinate's wrist. With a twist, the subordinate let out a wail, his hand loosened, and the baseball bat fell.
Su Hao grabbed the baseball bat, blocking the telescopic baton's attack in the nick of time, then raised his right leg and kicked the subordinate hard in the stomach, knocking him to the ground.
"He's got some skill." In a private room on the second floor of the nightclub, a beautiful girl took a sip of red wine, leisurely watching the monitor in front of her.
"Should I deal with him?" The bodyguard beside her asked respectfully.
"Go, bring him over," the girl waved her hand.
"Yes," the bodyguard nodded, and was about to leave when the girl called him back.
"Any other instructions?"
The bodyguard dared not show any resentment, remaining respectful, but saw the girl remain silent, staring intently at the screen in front of her.
The bodyguard mustered his courage, looked up, and glanced at the screen, his face then turning surprised.
On the screen, Su Hao was holding a baseball bat. In full view of everyone, he brutally broke the arms of the four subordinates. For a moment, wails filled the air, and the surrounding crowd was silent, not daring to make a sound.
"Ruthless enough, he's what I need…" The girl nodded. Before she could finish, she saw Su Hao on the screen look up, make a gun gesture with two fingers, and "shoot" her.
The next second, the screen in front of her instantly turned black and white.
The girl opened her mouth, unsure what to say.
…
"Su Hao, you were too heavy-handed just now." Outside the nightclub, Wan'en stared at Su Hao with a complex expression.
She found that Su Hao tonight was completely different from the one she knew, which made her feel scared.
"Being kind to enemies is being cruel to oneself, and they weren't good people to begin with. By breaking their arms, at least until they recover, they can't harm girls. But it seems there aren't many good girls who come to nightclubs anyway… oh… you're an exception." Su Hao pouted, and seeing Wan'en's displeased expression, quickly added the last part.
"But… what if they call the police? A broken arm can be classified as a minor injury; you'll be arrested and go to jail," Wan'en said with a worried face.
"Don't worry, it'll be fine," Su Hao patted Wan'en's shoulder, chuckling.
"The situation is so serious, and you're still laughing!" Wan'en angrily shook off Su Hao's hand, but then saw his expression change, and he clutched his shoulder, seemingly in pain.
"What's wrong?" Wan'en quickly supported his shoulder, asking worriedly.
"My arm feels like it got hit, but it's fine, a good night's sleep will fix it," Su Hao said carelessly, though his fingers were rubbing his shoulder.
"You're in so much pain you can't stand it, yet you still won't tell the truth!" Wan'en instinctively reached out to pat Su Hao, but remembering he was injured, she quickly stopped.
Then, she gently pressed Su Hao's shoulder, only sighing in relief after confirming no bones were broken.
"I have the key to the clinic; how about I go there and put some medicine on it for you?"
"Alright, I bought a bicycle, let's ride that there," Su Hao nodded obediently.
His shoulder was indeed injured, but not from being hit. It was a slight sprain from forcefully stopping his movement when he used the broken bottle to cut that subordinate's neck earlier.
"A bicycle?" Wan'en looked puzzled as she followed Su Hao to the bike: "Why did you suddenly decide to buy a bicycle?"
"It's convenient for getting to school, and I can exercise too," Su Hao said with a smile, sitting on the back seat.
His right shoulder was injured, making it inconvenient for him to ride.
"Exercise my ass," Wan'en, uncharacteristically, let out a curse, her face red as she straddled the bicycle: "Riding a bicycle is bad for men!"
"Bad? How is it bad?" Su Hao asked, looking bewildered.
"Where do you think?" Wan'en pedaled the bicycle: "Of course, it's your most important place!"
"Oh… you know about that too?" Su Hao finally understood, asking with a smile.
"Nonsense, I work at a clinic, how could I not know!" Wan'en snorted: "Anyway, ride it less in the future. There are plenty of ways to exercise, like tennis!"
"Uh…" Hearing the murderous intent in Wan'en's words, Su Hao scratched his head, feeling a bit awkward.
"Are those two women from earlier today both your girlfriends?" Seeing that Su Hao wouldn't even explain, a sense of bitterness welled up in Wan'en's heart, and her eyes turned red.
"You could say that," Su Hao nodded.
"What about those women at the nightclub? Are they your girlfriends too?" Wan'en pointed at the nightclub they had just left, questioning him angrily.
"Of course they're not, they approached me," Su Hao quickly waved his hand: "Today was my first time at a nightclub, how could I know girls there?"
"You really have a lot of charm, women are throwing themselves into your arms in droves," Wan'en obviously didn't believe Su Hao's words, gritting her teeth: "Since you already have so many girlfriends, why did you confess to me before?!"
If I told her that the confession at the time was all just for show, would she slap me to death?
Su Hao muttered to himself, gently putting his arm around Wan'en's waist.
"Why are you touching me?" Wan'en angrily scolded, her face turning even redder, yet she didn't push Su Hao's hand away.
"Wan'en Jie, I don't want to lie to you. I really do have many girlfriends. I love them very much and won't give any of them up.
I know this makes me a scumbag, so don't worry, I'll stay far away from you in the future and won't bother you again. Let's just forget about that confession."
After Su Hao finished speaking, he withdrew his hand from Wan'en's waist.
"What do you mean by that?" Wan'en stopped the bicycle, turning her head sharply to glare at Su Hao: "Are you trying to kick me aside?"
"Separating is the best option, Wan'en Jie. I truly like you a lot, but I also know you can't accept my girlfriends, and I can't abandon them for you.
So, we can only part ways. It's better to remember than to meet. Wan'en Jie, I wish you happiness in the future, and I will silently watch over you." Su Hao gazed at Wan'en with deep affection, tears sliding from the corners of his eyes.
"You bastard!" Seeing Su Hao's clear rejection, Wan'en cried and threw herself into his arms, hitting his chest hard.
"Why? Why did I have to fall in love with you? Why do you torment me like this?"
Looking at Wan'en, who was crying like a pear blossom bathed in rain, Su Hao supported her shoulders and silently pushed her out of his embrace.
This action instantly shattered Wan'en's heart. She gritted her teeth, staring directly at Su Hao.
"Wan'en Jie, since we can't be together, let's not have too much intimate contact," Su Hao turned his head, avoiding Wan'en's gaze.
"Who says we can't be together?" Wan'en reached out and grabbed Su Hao's collar, making him look directly into her eyes.
"But I have many girlfri…"
"Don't mention them!" Wan'en interrupted Su Hao: "Right now, it's just you and me. You like me, and I… I like you too. Why can't we be together?"
"Then later on…"
"We'll talk about later things later," Wan'en finished, and seeing Su Hao still hesitant, she hooked her arm around his neck and kissed his lips.
Looking at Wan'en's beautiful face so close, Su Hao's lips curved slightly upwards, and he couldn't help but recall a famous saying:
Many people's temperaments lean towards compromise and moderation. For example, just now, Su Hao wanted Wan'en to accept his girlfriends, which she naturally refused.
But if he rejected Wan'en and became strangers with her, Wan'en would then feel that accepting those girlfriends wasn't such a big deal after all.
This was Su Hao's method for dealing with Wan'en.
"What are you smiling at?" Wan'en raised her head, her face flushed, and saw that Su Hao's eyes were full of amusement.
"I'm smiling because I have another girlfriend," Su Hao said triumphantly.
"You!" Wan'en raised her hand to hit him, and Su Hao quickly dodged.
"Stop hitting, my arm really can't take it anymore."
"Who told you to talk nonsense!" Wan'en snorted, turned around, and started pedaling the bicycle again: "Did you trick your other girlfriends into being with you like this too?"
"Of course not, they were all moved by me," Su Hao shook his head, his gaze, however, turned towards the nightclub from before.
He had been so ruthless with those people, not only to teach them a lesson but also to deter the person secretly observing.
At that time, he had the Martial Artist's Mark on him and clearly felt someone spying.
For this, he even exchanged five points for an anti-surveillance device, which disabled all the cameras, and he saw the person spying on him—Che Zhuxi.
"The Vice President of the beautiful new world." Su Hao frowned, suddenly wondering what it would be like if Che Zhuxi and Jiang Yuhan, these two Vice Presidents, met.
Jiang Yuhan would probably be bullied to death; Che Zhuxi was no easy opponent. Su Hao smiled and withdrew his gaze.
Almost everyone in the beautiful new world was a slut; he didn't like many. He would conquer them later if he met them.
But what Su Hao didn't know was that the crisis he had predicted, the one that would lead to his death, came from a certain woman in the beautiful new world.
"Moved by you? You clearly tricked them!" Wan'en mumbled, then hesitated and asked again: "Those two beautiful women you met this afternoon, have you done 'that' with them?"
"Yes, and it was together," Su Hao said honestly.
"Together? How can 'that' be done together?" Wan'en asked incredulously.
"I can't really explain such things. If you want to know, how about I call them over and give you a demonstration?" Su Hao asked with ill intent.
"No need! I don't want to know at all!" Wan'en shook her head sharply, stopping the bicycle.
"This is your clinic? It looks pretty good," Su Hao looked up at the rather large clinic next to them, a bit surprised.
Could Wan'en also be a rich woman?
"It's not my clinic, I just work here," Wan'en said, then helped Su Hao into the clinic.
"You sit here for a moment, I'll go get the medicine for you."
"Alright," Su Hao nodded, watching Wan'en busy herself nearby.
Soon, the smell of disinfectant permeated the air, but Su Hao didn't mind, only staring at Wan'en's beautiful legs.
He had just noticed that Wan'en was wearing black stockings today, which looked incredibly alluring.
I wonder if Wan'en would be willing to do 'that' with me? It's so late now, I can't possibly go find Peilin, can I? Su Hao pondered in his heart.
Meanwhile, Wan'en had already walked over with a tray.
"Lift your clothes and expose your shoulder."
"Oh, alright," Su Hao thought for a moment, then simply took off his shirt.
His well-defined eight-pack abs immediately came into Wan'en's view.
"I told you to lift it, why did you take it off?" Wan'en complained with a red face, then picked up the cotton swab and began to clean Su Hao's wound.
"It's more comfortable when it's off, and the place where the medicine needs to go is right on the shoulder, so it's hard to lift the shirt," Su Hao smiled, but his gaze was fixed on Wan'en's chest.
Under the moonlight, a glimpse of fair skin was so dazzling.
"What are you looking at?"
Seeing that Su Hao remained silent, Wan'en turned her head, only to realize he had been staring at her chest. She quickly covered herself and took two steps back.
"Sorry, I just couldn't help myself…" Su Hao scratched his head awkwardly.
"You… are you thinking of doing 'that'?" Wan'en asked, her face red, keenly sensing the fire in Su Hao's eyes.
"Yes… a little," Su Hao swallowed: "Wan'en Jie, are you willing?"
"I…" Wan'en lightly bit her red lip, and countered: "First tell me if you like me?"
"I like you, I like you very much," Su Hao, seeing a chance, quickly nodded.
"Then do you like my body, or me as a person? If I became ugly, would you still love me?" Wan'en asked again.
"You will never become ugly, you will always be beautiful, just like you are now," Su Hao said softly.
With the anti-aging cream, Wan'en would naturally not become ugly.
But Wan'en didn't know this and thought it was Su Hao's sweet talk. For a moment, she was secretly delighted, and love surged in her heart.
She put the tray aside, slowly leaned down, and kissed Su Hao's lips.
Su Hao naturally didn't hold back, reaching out to embrace Wan'en.
Under the moonlight, their love intertwined. After a long while, Wan'en's gasp scattered with the wind.
"Did you… do this with your other girlfriends too?"
"No, you're the first."
"Is it tasty?"
"It's alright, a little sweet."