"Pff..." Yang Chuxia was amused by the kidâs words.
He was so young, probably the same age as Qingrui, and already thinking about picking up girls.
Upon hearing the laughter, Linhao, who had an eyepatch on, was momentarily taken aback. He turned around and met Yang Chuxiaâs amused eyes. He screeched, "Why are you here? Get out, you liar!" and quickly hid under the blanket.
"Psh, Iâve already seen it, thereâs no point in hiding. You look good with an eyepatch on," Yang Chuxia said, having gotten a sense of what the boy was thinking from his few words.
"Shut up, forget what you saw! Understand?"
"I donât understand!"
Yang Chuxia didnât leave, instead she pulled over a chair and sat down. "Honestly Linhao, wearing an eyepatch makes you look cool. Do you know what cool means? It means very handsome and charming. You have a great aura."
Seeing that the person beneath the blanket wasnât speaking, she casually picked up a broad bean and threw it in her mouth, then continued, "Werenât you, young master Luo, seeking revenge? You wonât get any hiding under the blanket all day. To get revenge, you have to get up, go out of your room, start by exercising, then learn martial arts. Only then can you take revenge. Otherwise, youâll be just like the shrews in our village, cursing all day."
"Youâre the shrew!" Luo Linhao first threw off the blanket, but quickly covered his head with it again.
"Psh, Iâm not like you! When I face my enemies, I beat them up directly. Hiding in your room all day, dreaming about picking up girls? You donât even know if youâre charming and you want to pick up girls," Yang Chuxia snorted. "But I canât blame you. Youâre young and have no taste. As for your Brother Shaoling, his taste isnât that great too. But now, you have me to enlighten you. My martial arts are quite good. Are you interested in learning? If you do, you can directly poke your enemyâs eyes out when you meet them in the future."
Mu Shaoling, who had just stepped outside the door, paused at the mention of his taste not being great, with an itch to strangle someone. However, he stopped upon hearing Yang Chuxiaâs following words.
"Your martial arts are good?" Luo Linhao poked his head out from under the blanket.
Yang Chuxia said as a matter of fact, "Of course! If it werenât for his internal strength, your Brother Shaoling wouldnât have been able to beat me. But itâs okay, Iâm still young, and heâs getting old. He definitely wonât be able to beat me in the future."
Outside the door, Mu Shaoling wanted to rush in and yell, âYour sister! Iâm not even twenty yet, how could I be old?â
"Why would you teach me?"
"Because youâre handsome!" Yang Chuxia replied without hesitation. "I was amazed by how good you looked with the eyepatch."
"Really?" Unfortunately, her enthusiastic performance didnât win over the ungrateful young Linhao.
"Hey, kid, Iâm kind enough to teach you, donât be ungrateful." Yang Chuxia quickly lost her patience with his attitude. "Others want to learn from me, but Iâm not willing to teach. Iâm only doing this because youâre Brother Anâs cousin."
"My cousin?" Luo Linhao thought for a moment, then said, "Oh, my cousin used to be a cripple, and you didnât even look down on him."