chapter 6

(Traditional Chinese cover scanned by Dairytea)

Chapter Six

Understanding the thought that goes into the naming of a beauty is a task just as profound and complex as understanding the beauty herself. The names of beauties of the past especially pose a challenge.

If we review the names of all the fair maidens throughout the millennia – Yuhuan, Zifu, Zhaojun, Wenjun, Nanzi, Meiniang – every single one is delicate and full of allure. Every beauty must have a name that matches her appearance.

Ruoshui...Ruoshui...

Definitely a hundred times better than Yan Ni. The saying goes “the lady is

like water,” but I wonder if it’s her eyes, her figure, her soothing voice or

her gentle affection that is like water.

I fidget anxiously, unsure

whether I should sit on my grand bed or stay standing. I’ve had a handful of

girlfriends in my two decades of existence, but it’s the first time I’ve felt

this excited. f.u.c.k! What’s with this guilty feeling at the last minute?! What’s

there for me to feel guilty about? I came here to enjoy life, didn’t I? And the

best part of life is of course s.e.x! I swear I’m going to go through every one

of those sticks in that container and enjoy myself to the fullest!

But still I’m nervous about my

first s.e.xcapade in this life. I pace back and forth in my room no less than a

dozen times, debating with myself. Should I leave the candle lit or blow it

out? No, definitely lit so I can see her face. If anything is off, I can still

pick another stick. Number two, eh? I wonder how the prince ordered his

concubines. By chronological order of entry into the residence, or by

appearance? What should I say to get the mood going when she comes in? I mean,

we can’t just get down to business…right?

I hear footsteps coming down

the walkway followed by three knocks on the door. It must be Lady Ruoshui. My

stupid, little heart starts thumping, and I swallow hard before calling out,

“Enter.”

The door gently swings open.

My stomach tightens for a second before relaxing. I stare at the visitor. “The

hour is late… What matter brings you here?”

The visitor was not Lady

Ruoshui but a young man – the kind that ignites my fury.

Ma Xiaodong hates pretty boys.

Everyone who knows me knows that. To think that I lost my childhood sweetheart

and our pure love to this kind of trash.

Xiao-Xian and I made a promise

when we were three years old that she would become my wife. But as they say, a

woman’s heart is like water, p.r.o.ne to change. When I was in junior high, she

became infatuated with a pretty boy singer called Lin something and kept

singing The Rainy Season when I was Seventeen

all day long. Then it got worse in senior high. This time it was some South

Korean group called OT or something,

and she went crazy over one of its members. She began to judge me asking why I

couldn’t be as good-looking as him. I took it all stoically for my dear

Xiao-Xian. I took it until university when F4 came out of nowhere. She forced

me to sing Meteor Rain while telling me how wonderful it would be if I looked

like Zaizai.

That was the last straw. One day while she was drooling in front of the Lupiao

commercial

on TV, I asked her unsparingly, “Why do you always like mops?”

She stared at me. “What do you

mean mops?” I kindly explained to her, “Look, if you turn these guys upside

down, they look just like mops.” She gave me a slap across the face and left

after saying, “The jealousy of ugly men!” And that’s how my decades-long first

love fell apart.

From then on, I always get

this ball of anger in my chest whenever I see that kind of species. And the one

before my eyes right now, well, let’s just say Xiao-Xian would call it the rarest

of rare specimens. It’s very different from all those other ones I mentioned, but

it’s be a one-in-million even in this era. It’s so tall and skinny that it

might just topple over with the slightest breeze. Its facial features are soft

and delicate, and its loosely tied hair makes it all the more difficult to

identify the gender. To top it all off, its robe is practically falling off its

shoulders.

I clench my teeth. I’ve gotta

get rid of this…this thing before Lady Ruoshui arrives, or else my delicious

meal will be over before I even get to taste it!

“This gentleman here, we must retire for the night as it is late. If you have matters to discuss,

tomorrow will do.”

The pretty boy looks at me

with changing emotions in his eyes, but instead of leaving he closes the door

and starts gliding towards me. My anger is reaching critical ma.s.s. Who in this

d.a.m.n residence dares not obey the prince’s orders?!

“Good sir, did you not hear our words?”

His long, slanted eyes half

close as he smiles and murmurs. “Milord.” I shudder as his voice runs along my

spine down to my toes.

The pretty boy continues,

“Milord, it was you who summoned me to serve you tonight. As I feared, Your

Highness has forgotten even poor Ruoshui.”

A song by Taiwanese

singer Lin Zhiyin a.k.a. Jimmy Lin. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h08JAFZ758Y

Most likely the first

idol group in South Korea, H.O.T.

The Chinese nickname

of F4 member, Vic Chou.

A shampoo commercial released in 2002. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tQ7EBW-2Iuo

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Dairytea: Can our MC resist his charm?! Find out in the next chapter!

(  pretty Ruoshui from the manhua =//A//=  )

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