Tomb Raider: I Am Hu Bayi's Cousin

Chapter 775 Tenderness!

I am happy here and don’t miss Shu.

So happy, she forgot her way home.

Hu Ming once again experienced the joy of ancient monarchs after a long absence.

Similarly, Hu Ming once again experienced the hardships of ancient monarchs.

Last night, after listening to Xiao Hua's rendition of Farewell My Concubine, Hu Ming and Huo Xiuxiu said goodbye, avoiding the tedious social engagements.

It's worth mentioning that Hongxia didn't come to the final filming location...

Under Xiao Hua's sighing gaze, "Uncle Ming, you're such a bastard!", Hu Ming and Huo Xiuxiu slipped away as soon as possible.

I must say, the young actress in that blue theatrical costume is truly... an excellent candidate for women's clothing!
Having prepared a large amount of high-calorie food in advance as energy for the evening, Hu Ming and the grinning Huo Xiuxiu slipped away early.

Now, with the sun high in the sky, in the courtyard of a secluded and quiet courtyard house owned by Huo Xiuxiu, Hu Ming lay on a rattan chair, wearing sunglasses and looking at the sun with a melancholy expression.

Having been tormented by Yin Nanfeng and Huo Xiuxiu for several days in a row, it is foreseeable that Huo Xiuxiu will continue to torment Hu Ming in the coming days.

Even someone made of iron couldn't withstand this. There really isn't a single drop left.
If it weren't for Hu Ming's already extraordinary physical condition and the recovery boost from the phoenix bloodline tattoo on the plane, Hu Ming felt that he might have died of a sudden illness someday.

Neither of these women are easy to deal with; they're both physically strong and incredibly skilled!
"This is so hard... Boys really need to take good care of themselves when they're out and about."

Taking a sip of the finest Lapsang Souchong, this was the third infusion, and the taste was at its best. Hu Ming felt extremely comfortable.

Hu Ming doesn't know much about tea and can't tell the quality of tea from the subtle differences in taste.

However, when it comes to drinking tea, focusing solely on the quality of the tea leaves is a waste of time. The main thing is the mood and the atmosphere.

When you're in a good mood, everything tastes delicious.

When I'm in a bad mood, even the tea produced by the original Da Hong Pao tea tree tastes bland and tasteless.

When in a good mood, one can enjoy even half a kilogram of loose green tea costing tens of yuan, or even the cheapest broken tea.

Tea is similar to wine in some ways.

"..."

Wearing a form-fitting cheongsam, Huo Xiuxiu yawned, stretched, and sleepily walked out of the room.

I was really exhausted last night, and I still haven't fully recovered even though it's late this morning.

"Xiuxiu, you've neglected your exercise these past few years. Physical strength is one thing, but you've even lost your Huo family's card-picking skills, haven't you? In this respect, you're quite a bit worse than your aunt!"

Last night, Hu Ming couldn't find a single silver needle in Huo Xiuxiu's hair.

"The Huo family's kung fu is too complicated to master. It's not just about hiding needles; you even have to tie yourself up and hang in mid-air to sleep at night..."

"Besides, I'm not going to get out of bed anymore, so why would I need to practice those things? If it weren't for my own safety and for you, I probably wouldn't even be practicing my daily martial arts!"

Huo Xiuxiu didn't mind, poured herself a cup of tea, and sat down next to Hu Ming. She kicked off her high heels and pressed her long legs, encased in white stockings, against Hu Ming's chest.

Hu Ming: "..."

Damn, these women now know what he can't refuse, right?

Honestly, having a little bit of XP isn't considered abnormal, is it?
Definitely not!
To be honest, Xiuxiu's eyes are incredibly alluring, and her slender figure paired with this plain-colored cheongsam and white silk stockings that represent purity creates a unique and charming contrast.

Women are truly gifted when it comes to dressing up; they are born knowing how to present their best selves.

To be fair, black makes you look slimmer, while white makes you look heavier. White stockings, unless you have perfect legs, are generally not something most people should try; forcing yourself to wear them will only make you look ridiculous. In this respect, women are really quite similar to cars.

Black and white paint are timeless classic colors for cars. For cars, black is a receding color, and white is a advancing color.

Big data statistics show that white cars have a significantly lower accident rate than black cars. Black represents danger, while white represents safety, which is quite scientific.

From another perspective...

Driving is just driving, isn't it?
Therefore, the condition is met, the equation is true, woman = car!
For a moment, Hu Ming's thoughts seemed to wander a little too far.

"Hey hey hey..."

Huo Xiuxiu couldn't help but chuckle to herself.

From Huo Xiuxiu's perspective, Hu Ming was stunned after she put her legs into his arms.

In other words, Hu Ming does indeed have some little hobbies.

"It's not just stockings, but also high heels. When they were first invented, they were actually designed for men."

Hu Ming snapped out of his daze and began to explain some little-known facts in a serious manner.

"Yes, I know... So, Uncle Ming, would you like to try it on?"

Xiuxiu nodded with a smile.

It's like I'm not going to expose you, I'm just going to watch you talk nonsense.

"...You might not believe it, but in the early 16th century, the Spanish invented stockings, which quickly became popular in European high society and were loved by men from all walks of life."

Hu Ming's face darkened, but he pretended not to hear and continued explaining.

"Well, after all this talk, Uncle Ming, would you like to emulate men of the sixteenth century?"

Huo Xiuxiu persisted relentlessly.

"...And high heels were invented by Louis XIV, the first emperor of France, to compensate for his own height..."

Hu Ming couldn't continue speaking because Huo Xiuxiu started moving restlessly.

Hu Ming drank the still-hot tea in one gulp, took a deep breath, then stood up, hoisted Huo Xiuxiu onto his shoulder, and returned to the room amidst Huo Xiuxiu's silly laughter.

Although I haven't had breakfast yet and haven't replenished my energy... it's not a big problem.

Today's lesson is about teaching people how to be good people.

However, Hu Ming, engrossed in his newfound pleasures, seemed to have forgotten certain things and a certain person.
"Knock knock knock knock"

Having just left Atou's private clinic, the mute girl, guided by Xiaohua, arrived at Hu Ming's residence in Beijing.

I knocked on the door for ages, but there was no response.

After carefully examining the location in the WeChat profile, the mute girl was bewildered; the address was correct.

Besides, didn't that young lady who likes pink shirts say that Hu Ming returned to Beijing last night?

So what about people?
For the next two days, the mute girl waited outside the door almost every day, hoping that Hu Ming would open it.

She even forgot about her job and the party her friends had prepared to celebrate her speaking ability.