Foster Son, Don’t Be So Crazy (38)

Princess Bai Xue was choked to the point that she nearly walked the Huang-Quan road [1]. Just when she was about to die, the large hand gripping her throat loosened, and she fell to the ground.

"Cough, cough..."

She gasped, trying to catch her breath. There was still a searing pain across her throat, and she looked up at the masked man in front of her with fear.

"Feng'er...how could you..."

In her past life, he was clearly in love with her!

Didn't he obey each and every one of her orders? Didn't he share her bed? Those memories of her past life flashed one after another in her head, making Princess Bai Xue unable to believe what just happened.

She didn't know, it was simply because she had a face similar to the woman in his dreams that he doted on her.

Otherwise...

Xiang Feng coldly glanced down at her. There was not a single ripple in his handsome expression.

"Xue, if you try to harm Jia again, don't expect me to show mercy."

After throwing those harsh words, he left.

Princess Bai Xue stared after him, her face pale. Tears silently trickled down her cheeks, while her blood-red lips trembled.

"Feng'er...did you forget that today was my birthday...?"

Princess Bai Xue sat on the cold floor of the large chamber, her heart gripped by a pain that was worse than the one on her neck.

...

Song Jia looked at her handiwork in satisfaction. She had tied long strips of cloth with constrictor knots, weaving it into a makeshift rope.

As expected, this grandma is too cool~

Who knew that those random videos in her recommendations were actually this useful? As expected, the video algorithm of the 23rd century couldn't be underestimated!

Song Jia looped the makeshift rope around her arm and walked towards the mullioned two-light window [2], tying the end of the rope on the pillar between them. Then, she quickly wrapped the rope around her waist. Knowing that the masked man could return at any moment, Song Jia slipped out of the window and gripped the lip of the ledge with her fingers.

Her foot tried to reach for something to step on, hoping for an uneven brick that was protruding outwards. Since this world was similar to medieval Europe, the buildings here must have been constructed roughly, as they didn't have the same materials and equipment with that of the modern age. Definitely, the side of this tower wouldn't be smooth.

As she was hanging almost fifty-feet off the ground, Song Jia's face was calm, but her heart was already filled like a river with tears. She decided that as soon as she returned from this mission, she would wring a lot of money from her A.I. boss. Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to call herself, this courageous transmigrator, a grandma!

"Jia!"

Song Jia was still contemplating her next step when a terrified voice sounded above her head, and the hand that had been hanging on the window ledge was pulled upwards.

She felt strong arms envelop her, and Song Jia found herself being held in a tight embrace. She could feel the beat of his heart against her cheek, hard and fast.

Not waiting for her to react, the masked man lowered his head and kissed her. His lips met hers, and his free hand cupped the back of her neck. His tongue swept past every corner of her mouth, leaving his mark. He dragged her even closer to his chest, almost as if inviting her to sink into him, leaving no space between them.

When he finally released her from the intense kiss, his hoarse and magnetic voice said in her ear, "Jia, that was dangerous, don't always try to leave me and run away."

Song Jia, "..."

The most dangerous thing to me, isn't that you? Why do you think I'm trying to run away?

Song Jia thought, this man must be a kiss-addict, always trying to kiss me without warning. Whose family pervert was this, quickly come and take him back!

Then the rest of his words sank in her mind, and she pushed him away in shock.

He called her Jia!

Was this sadistic pervert somebody she knew?!

The masked man allowed her to push him away, and Song Jia took the time to study him. Even though his face was hidden underneath a mask, she could see that he was very handsome, so handsome that maybe even the popular idols in the modern world wouldn't be able to compare to him.

He was extremely tall, and by visual estimation, he couldn't be more than twenty years old. During her time in the south, she did interact with a lot of people, but she couldn't remember ever seeing this man.

The masked man saw that she was confused, and his lashes slightly hung down. He walked past her and crouched down in front of the bedside cabinet, pulling something out of the drawer. Then he went back to her, showing the small object in his right hand.

It was a puzzle box.

The fingers that were holding the puzzle box trembled slightly, and the masked man's thin lips were pressed into a straight line. A shutter seemed to fall over his gaze, and if it weren't for those trembling fingers, Song Jia would have been fooled into thinking that he was indifferent.

Song Jia stared at the puzzle box, then to his face, and back at the box.

Her lips parted, but no words came out. After a while, she managed to ask in a soft voice that was merely above a whisper, "Where did you get that?"

The puzzle box looked new and shiny. It was obvious that it had been polished countless of times, and was handled like a rare treasure.

Song Jia's nose became sour.

The man didn't reply. But those slender fingers slowly rose upwards and removed his mask, showing Song Jia his face.

His hair and eyes were dark, but his skin was pale. It was as if he stepped out of a monochrome painting, where there was only light and darkness in his world.

The man's features were indeed extremely handsome, but it was clear to see, the left side of his face didn't have any scar.

Song Jia's heart sank in disappointment.

This man must have only picked it up from the streets where it had been dropped years before.

"Oh," she said, trying not to sound deflated. She thought he was giving her the puzzle box and quickly shook her head, "I don't want it."

Since Xiang Feng was gone, this puzzle box was no longer important to her. It would only remind her of him.

But, why did this pervert give her a puzzle box? Was it compensation for eating her tofu?

The man's eyes dimmed. He clenched his teeth tightly, and there was only despair and sadness in his expression. One hand slowly reached out to touch his chest.

Too painful.

This suffocating feeling inside his chest, it was too painful.

It seemed that she had truly forgotten him. She couldn't even remember the puzzle box that she gave him.

Xiang Feng bitterly smiled. He stared at Song Jia for a long time with a burning gaze. The corners of his lips curved upwards with a touch of evil, his pitch-black eyes revealing a kind of crazy addiction that made him look nefarious.

He quietly asked, "Jia, you really don't remember me?"

[1] Yellow-spring road; road to the Ch. Underworld

[2] an arch supported by a central "mullioned" column