Cold brows and cold eyes, yet a small fire burns at the bottom of her pupils; cold words and cold speech, the corner of her mouth presses into a gloomy line... Is it possible that this man in front of her is drowning in gallons of jealousy?

  Hua Duomei's heart pounds wildly. It hurts, probably because her heart is beating so hard that it even shakes her sternum sore. Besides, she is injured. Violent emotional swings always bring her suffering, but... this suffering that the heart chases is so good, so delicious, she is happy to endure it, completely willing.

  "Lv Yun has suffered a lot in her heart too, her temperament is extreme. Only after she left did I gradually understand some things about her..." She didn't want to talk more about other people's private affairs. Her gaze kept searching over his face and body. She lifted her hand, her fingertips brushed his bare upper body, then faintly stroked the sword wounds on his shoulder and thick arm, as if she cherished him greatly, "...Lord Leisalong, you're here, I'm so happy, extremely, extremely happy!"

  You shameless woman! She is truly despicable, attacking him with this method and this look. He hadn't planned to let her get off so easily! Even though his anger was still running high, he couldn't be hard on her. All that resentment and anger was mixed with pity and love, the most he could do was keep scowling at her.

  Hua Duomei was already used to his harsh expression. Her fingertips, bad habit unchanged, reached out to tease the tight line of his jaw. Between coughs, she laughed lowly: "Oh, you really hate me that much?"

  This time, the man didn't turn his scowling face away. His two deep, stern pupils stared at her, making all her courage drain away. Her hand was caught in his, his strength perfectly controlled: he didn't hold her hard enough to hurt, nor would he let her pull it back.

  He said in a deep voice, "You've taken your medicine, and the wound on your wrist has just been dressed. Don't move around." He had crushed the internal wound medicine, mixed it into clean water, and fed it to her.

  Dressed? Hua Duomei was stunned for a moment, then suddenly came to her senses. After a while she realized she was now fresh and clean, nothing like she had been after falling into the sea. The clothes on her body were men's style, carrying his unique fresh scent. The places where the chains had scraped her had all been dressed, with a faint faint fragrance. As for taking the medicine... Oh, she didn't remember taking any medicine. It must have been him feeding her mouthful by mouthful.

  Heh, even my hair is warm. He must have dried it for me. When she subconsciously rubbed her hair and gave him a silly, grinning smile—completely losing the imposing manner of the building master—Leisalong's left chest tightened, his breath caught, and the question burst out before he could think—

  "What happened to your hair? Why is it cut all messy like this?"

  "Ah? M-My hair? Oh, right, my hair." She blinked with a smile, rubbed it a couple more times, "I tried to ambush her with the hibiscus needles twice, didn't succeed. Sister Lv Yun was holding a long sword to defend herself, and whoosh whoosh two strokes, my hair got sliced through by her sword, and ended up like this."

  Hibiscus gold needles coated with sleeping poison—they were a common weapon used by the Hua family sisters. Leisalong had suffered from her needles before in the past. Now when he heard this and looked at her hair, instead of feeling heartache, he'd rather those whoosh whoosh strikes had landed on him instead.

  "What's so good about her?" The question came out of nowhere.

  "Who?"

  "Lv Yun!" The stern jaw gritted out the name, "What on earth is good about her? She lied to you, humiliated you, hurt you, and you still protect her?!"

  The scene clearly popped into his head: that woman in bright red pressing her down, clinging to her. The rage sent blood rushing straight to his brain, turning his dark skin red with anger.

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  Hua Duomei froze. She saw his nostrils flare, and he said fiercely again:

  "She had her eye on you long ago! Back then I wanted a few rare herbs from her Jin Island to do business, she agreed so quickly. I was suspicious but didn't think much of it. Later when we got closer, she kept asking over and over about the master of Feixia Building. When she found out you and I were deeply involved, she'd been wanting to connect with you all along. You came down to Nanyang with me, she ambushed us halfway, just to see you, all just to see you!"

  "Yes, what she wanted to see was me, what she looked forward to was me. Back then, I thought you, my lord, were cheating on me behind this building master's back, had a pirate mistress!"

  A few soft laughing words dissolved the man's bitter, explosive outburst. Hua Duomei scratched her cheek, her pale, tired face glowing with beauty from her smile.

  "Compared to you, my lord, I'm her treasure. She didn't want me to leave, and couldn't bear to hurt me badly, so she just tied me by her side. Sigh, I promised I would treat her well, grant what she asks for. Her temperament is suspicious and extreme, she never believed me. But Feixia Building has always been ruled by women, I have to take more responsibility for her matters."

  "You———— Do you have to make me sick to my guts before you're happy? This is the first time I've seen you protect an outsider like this! I'm so annoyed, I feel terrible. Something hit my heart hard, he suddenly shook as if he couldn't bear it. Right? Luan Shanyun is an outsider, right? He and she are the insiders!"

  "Where are you going?"

  When the tall body suddenly got up to leave, Hua Duomei asked in shock.

  "Go deal with your pirate mistress!"

  So he thought she had a mistress? Hua Duomei laughed, but she was afraid he would really get angry and go after Luan Shanyun. She called out, the man ignored her, still turned to leave. She got anxious, got up and reached out an arm to stop him. Who would have thought she really underestimated her own injuries. A sharp pain stabbed her chest and abdomen again, so bad she collapsed.

  "Duomei!" Leisalong was so scared he shot back in one stride, caught her before her forehead hit the ground. Hua Duomei couldn't help coughing again, her thin brows twisted tight. The man simply scooped her into his arms, like holding a baby in swaddling, stroking and patting her gently.

  It's so good...

  It's so good...

  She loves it when he holds her like this. Even the pain in her body doesn't matter.

  She catches her breath, lifts her chin, and smiles looking at his stern face full of worry, tenderness brimming in her heart.

  "Lord Leisalong... you are my man, my real, true lover. Only you, no one else. If you ignore me, it breaks my heart... sigh, I just don't know how much longer you're going to be angry? How much longer you're going to hate me? Can you give me a deadline? You've refused to come back to the building for days now, won't even see me. Who is this building master supposed to get comfort from..." She talks such nonsense, but the true meaning is clear in it. Sleepiness creeps over her eyelids. She buries her face in his chest, holds back the itch in her throat, and murmurs softly and lazily, "Leisalong... I'm so happy to see you, really, really happy..."

  She pulls this trick again? This... this despicable, shameless little trick!

  Leisalong's left chest pounds, beat after beat getting louder. His eyes narrow slowly, narrower and narrower, staring straight at her soft, pink-tinted jade ear. He stares, stares hard, until finally he has to admit: sigh, when this little trick is used on him, it still works perfectly.

  No matter what, his building master has finally come back to his arms. The heart that has been shaking for many days can finally settle down a little.

  "I haven't forgiven you yet, building master. You'd better behave."

  He puts on a ferocious smile to hide the softness that her little trick has wrought on his feelings.

  He glances at her closed lashes, the faint upward twitch of the corner of her mouth. His dark face heats up. He opens his mouth and takes her delicate ear between his lips...

  To deal with Luan Shanyun, Leisalong borrowed soldiers and ships from Feng Shantang, who once roamed the four seas under the name Wolf Ghost. On the other side, the Moshe tribe came to help him.

  Most men of the Moshe tribe are handsome. Many of their handsome men fell into Luan Shanyun's hands, were captured by force to Jin Island for her to play with. Now the battle at sea was a complete victory, and the notorious Eighth Princess of Luyang was captured alive. The Moshe people who had been oppressed for so long could finally vent their resentment.

  After the three forces changed ships at Feng Shantang's secret stronghold, they each went their separate ways. They gathered quickly and dispersed quickly, acting entirely by tacit understanding. The three ships set off in different directions, and soon the secret island was empty of people, returning to its peaceful, isolated state.

  Unfortunately, this peaceful atmosphere has nothing at all to do with Leisalong！