Genius Beast Tamer

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"Do you hate me that much?" Han Xingyu frowned slightly, his mournful eyes and beautiful face making him look extremely aggrieved yet adorable, making one want to pity him. He blinked his innocent eyes and said in a muffled voice, "But what can I do? I like you so much. This liking seems to be love."

Seeing the incredibly handsome man in front of her with such a pitiful and sorrowful expression, Ruoxue's lips twitched slightly. Having a good-looking face really does have its uses. She originally wanted to scold him for entering the room without permission, but she swallowed the words back. She just couldn't bring herself to say it to that beautiful face and that pitiful man.

On second thought, weren't all people in this world using divine power to alter their appearance? Realizing this, she reached out and pinched Han Xingyu's face hard, shouting, "Put away that pretty face of yours! You bastard, you must have deliberately made yourself this beautiful to gain sympathy! Someone as shameless and persistent as you, your original appearance must be as ugly as can be! Show your true form!"

Han Xingyu winced in pain, clutching her face and groaning, "Ouch, ouch, ouch! This is real skin! This is my real face!"

"Your real face?" Ruoxue released her grip, looking at his fair face where her red thumbprint was visible. A smile involuntarily crept onto her lips as she narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "You rascal, are you sure God gave you such a handsome face?"

"Absolutely genuine!" Han Xingyu was somewhat displeased. What was it about her that made her dislike her so much?

Ruoxue pouted and said, "Isn't it said that your appearance reflects your heart? Someone like you really shouldn't have a face like that!"

"How bad am I? Why do you dislike me so much?" Han Xingyu looked at her with extreme resentment, her eyes probably about to drip with tears.

"How bad was it?" Ruoxue stretched out her hand and listed them off in detail: "First, you entered the Ruo residence without permission, which is considered trespassing. Second, you meddled in other people's business and interfered in the matter between the Blood King and me. Third, you dared to lie to my father that you cured my illness. Although you helped me cover up the lie at the time, it was still wrong. My father is someone I can only lie to. Who did you come from to lie to him? Fourth, after you left, you shouldn't have come back to the Ruo residence, let alone entered my room late at night. Fifth, the worst thing you could have done was steal my first kiss!" Ruoxue's final expression, filled with gritted teeth, looked as if she wanted to devour Han Xingyu alive.

Han Xingyu pointed to Ruoxue's outstretched hand and chuckled, "It's just five fingers, it's not a big deal."

"You're so easy!" Ruoxue narrowed her eyes, her gaze extremely sharp. She stretched out another hand and shouted, "First, you're a bastard! Second, you're a scoundrel! Third, you're shameless! Fourth, you're a persistent ghost! Fifth, you deserve to die!" As she uttered the last word, Ruoxue had already launched three silver needles.

She knew he would definitely be able to dodge it. She was just venting her frustration by throwing silver needles at him to see his embarrassment when he tried to dodge. It would be more satisfying to see him laugh than to see him dodging.

To her surprise, Han Xingyu remained motionless, simply smiling at her and saying gently, "If you want me dead, I won't hide."

The silver needles were just a hair's breadth away from his brow, philtrum, and forehead. Ruoxue suddenly reached out and released three more silver needles. This time, the three silver needles were fast and accurate, knocking away the other three silver needles that were approaching Han Xingyu. Finally, all six silver needles fell to the ground at the same time, making a crisp sound like silver bells.

Han Xingyu smiled, her eyes bright and deep, filled with deep affection, and her sensual lips parted slightly: "I know you can't bear to part with me."

This extremely ambiguous remark almost made Ruoxue vomit blood. Ruoxue tried her best to calm herself down, raising a beautiful yet extremely dangerous smile, and said in a sinister tone, "I've found that using three silver needles to take your life was far too lenient! If you want to die, I naturally won't stop you, and I'll send you on your way, but the way you die won't be so easy or simple."

"Hehe..." Han Xingyu laughed adorably, the perfect curve of her lips and the alluring shape of her chin were enough to captivate all beings with just that smile. The saying "a smile that can topple an empire" probably couldn't be more true than this.

"What are you laughing at!" Ruoxue tried to suppress her anger, but found that her years of good self-control were useless in front of this damned guy. In the end, she would be so angry that she would break down.

"I'm laughing at you." Han Xingyu stared straight at her, still sporting that irresistible smile.

"You bastard!" Ruoxue glared at him intently.

He wasn't afraid at all, but slowly smiled and said, "You're always saying one thing and meaning another. You're clearly very kind, but you always pretend to be a heinous villain. It's really heartbreaking. Can you stop being like that? Don't you get tired of it? Can't you just throw away that turtle shell?"

"Turtle shell!" Ruoxue lunged forward and grabbed his face hard. His fair and delicate face turned bright red from the force of her grip. She said angrily, "Don't think I don't know you're calling me a turtle! Don't think I'll be moved by your few words..." Her voice gradually weakened, and the hand gripping his face loosened. Her head drooped lower and lower, as if she was enduring something, her hands clenched into fists.

Han Xingyu reached out and rubbed her face, smiling slightly. Her voice was neither too loud nor too soft, and very gentle: "I know you're touched."

"I don't need your sympathy!" Ruoxue pushed him away forcefully, turned around abruptly, and faced away from him.

You're always saying one thing and meaning another. You're clearly kind, but you always put on a fierce and wicked act. It's really heartbreaking. Can you please stop being like that? Don't you get tired of it? Can't you just throw away your turtle shell?

His words kept replaying in my mind.

Kindness? Perhaps she was kind once, but from the moment she picked up the blackened steamed bun left behind by the dead, she seemed to be losing her so-called kindness little by little. When she killed the child who attacked her with a wooden stick, she had already forgotten what kindness was. What an ironic word it is that someone would actually say they are kind.

Hypocritical? Pretending to be utterly wicked? Even they themselves don't know when they're telling the truth and when they're lying. Perhaps it's not hypocrisy, but rather that every word comes from the heart. It's become a habit, and killing, uttering harsh words, etc., have become inescapable habits. Whether it's an act or not, they no longer know. Perhaps this is simply how they were born.

Does it make people feel sorry for you? No, it doesn't need anyone's pity. No one felt sorry for you in the past, and it won't need anyone's pity or sympathy in the future!

Tired? Tired…so tired…The turtle shell I carry is for my own protection, but I've discovered that beneath this disguise, within this heavy shell, I'm already utterly exhausted…

Don't you want people to feel sorry for you? Ask yourself honestly, do you really not? If not, what are those warm tears on your face trying to tell you?

Why can this man so easily manipulate his emotions?

Anger, because of him; sorrow, also because of him!

I had always thought that as an assassin, I had no absolute anger or absolute sorrow. I was the best assassin, neither angry nor sad, neither happy nor worried, cold and ruthless. But when I met this man, all my years of pretense and habits crumbled at once!

He was angry, he cried, he grieved... He started to yearn for someone to care about him...

Who would feel sorry for him? This man? He doesn't even know who he is, so what right does he have to say he feels sorry for himself! He only feels sorry for the owner of this body, only for that crazy and ugly woman, for her life, not for himself, not for the life of the cold-blooded killer codenamed Smile who has forgotten his own name!

"Don't cry..." Han Xingyu's voice trembled slightly. He hadn't expected to make her cry. How much suffering was she going through? What kind of life was she living in the other world?

"Heh." Ruoxue chuckled coldly, but her voice was tinged with sobs, making her laughter sound utterly desolate.

What kind of story could make her smile so bitter, so desolate? Han Xingyu stared at her retreating figure, slightly lost in thought, pondering the words Han Yuyuan and Han Yuyan had said to her when she sent them back to the mountain.

Han Yuyan: "Father, the reason why we are floating in the universe is because the souls of the dead are unwilling to accept their fate, which is why they leave that planet."

Han Yuyuan: "Father, that fierce woman must have died once in another world. I think Father should go to that other world to find out more about her. Although I don't like fierce people as my future mother, if Father likes her, I will like her too."

Han Xingyu pondered the children's words when Ruoxue's icy voice rang in her ears: "You can get out now."

Han Xingyu frowned as she looked at her, wanting to say something, but unable to utter a word. She didn't understand her past, so she had no idea how to comfort her. How could she leave this place when she was so sad?

He stood still, simply watching Ruoxue's retreating figure.

"Get out!" Ruoxue growled hoarsely.

Han Xingyu hesitated for a moment. Even though she was worried about her, she had to leave first. If she stayed, she would only anger her more. She was a stubborn and strong-willed woman. She would not allow herself to be weak or to cry in front of others.

"Fine, I'm leaving." Han Xingyu's voice was low and somewhat hoarse. With a flash, he disappeared.

Ruoxue turned around and looked at the spot where he had just stood. She was slightly dazed, her eyes still moist, and the tear stains on her face had not yet dried. She looked helpless and frail.

She darted away, only to teleport back in an instant. Hiding behind the screen, Han Xingyu watched her, her fists clenched so tightly her nails dug into her palms. The pain was nothing compared to the heartache she felt. This heartache for someone was like that for her own mother. This woman's place in her heart had become as important as her mother's. In just a few days, in just a few meetings, she possessed such a captivating charm. This was love, an inescapable love. No wonder Hua Qianye had waited so many lonely years for Sister Wuxie, and no wonder Sister Wuxie had strived to become a god to find a body for Hua Qianye.

She bit her lower lip, her voice muffled and low, "Wasn't she a shameless scoundrel? Wasn't she a persistent leech? Why was she chased away? Why was she only chased away twice before leaving? Why does someone who can be so easily driven away say they care about me? Why—" She wanted to say something more, but suddenly couldn't continue. Her gaze fell in astonishment as she looked at the person who walked out from behind the screen, a complex expression flashing in her eyes—a mixture of joy, anger, and reproach... containing too many emotions.

"What? Don't you recognize me?" Han Xingyu smiled gently, walked forward slowly, and reached out to gently wipe away the tears on her face.

Ruoxue didn't dodge any of his actions; she just stared at him blankly.

"I'm not that easy to get rid of." Han Xingyu grinned roguishly, his sly smile carrying a hint of scoundrelly charm. He raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "Didn't you call me a scoundrel? How can a scoundrel be easily dismissed? I won't leave without getting something in return!"

"Good... benefit..." Ruoxue finally found her voice, her face slightly embarrassed and her eyes extremely annoyed. If she had known he hadn't left, she would never have muttered those resentful words to herself, even if she were beaten to death. Now that she thought about it, those words were really ambiguous, like those of a resentful woman. How could she have said such a thing?

Han Xingyu suddenly leaned down and gently kissed her lips. He didn't linger; he just touched them lightly and then pulled away. He licked his lips, as if savoring the moment, and narrowed his beautiful eyes. His face was so exquisite that even each eyelash was captivating. His eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, seemingly carrying electric currents that bewitched her.

"That's the benefit." He curled the corners of his mouth into a smile, a smile as bright as the white moonlight, light and gentle, beautiful and serene.

Ruoxue remained in a daze, staring blankly at him, gazing at his bright, moonlit smile. Something within her was touched, melted, as if she wanted to grasp this moonlight, this warmth, this tranquility. But... could she really grasp it?

"I am not Ruoxue." She suddenly lowered her head, her voice extremely serious, but there seemed to be a hint of fear in it.

His smile deepened, but to her surprise, his voice was as warm as a spring breeze: "I know."

"You...know?" Ruoxue looked at him in astonishment.

"Yes, I know." This time, he looked very serious, extremely serious.

Ruoxue couldn't detect anything unusual on his face; he didn't seem to be lying. But how did he know? Was he just repeating what she said?

Meeting Ruoxue's suspicious gaze, Han Xingyu chuckled, "Does it matter if it's Ruoxue or not? I love you. Your name and who you are don't matter. What I love, what I've fallen for, is the soul deep within these eyes—so fragile, so kind, yet pretending to be strong, pretending to be fierce—a soul I want to cherish, want to protect, want to guard and depend on!"

Ruoxue stared at him blankly for a long time. Their eyes met, and the air seemed to freeze instantly. Time stood still at this moment, as if one could look into the depths of the other's soul through his eyes.

"I'm sleepy," she suddenly said, her voice cold and dismissive.

I thought she would be moved, that I would melt the thick layer of ice on her body, but she still retreated and hid in her heavy tortoise shell.

Han Xingyu chuckled self-deprecatingly. It seemed he had overestimated himself. He didn't understand her at all, so how could he expect to melt her heart so quickly?

She was crying not because she was moved by herself, but because she was suffering inside. Before she understood what was causing her suffering, what right did she have to melt her heart and enter her soul?

Yes, just as she said, what makes her so special?

"Go to sleep." He walked slowly out of the room, his figure low to the ground, his steps deliberate, until he disappeared into the distance.

Ruoxue's gaze at him was complex, her flickering eyes gradually becoming empty and lost.

As he left the Ruo residence, he looked back and sighed softly. He really wanted to leave just like that, but why couldn't he bear to part with that heartless woman?

With a flash, he teleported back, a bitter smile playing on his lips, as if he were laughing at himself.

Instead of teleporting back behind the screen, he stealthily entered her room, sat down in a chair, and watched her.

Ruoxue subconsciously walked behind the screen, but there was no one there. She couldn't describe the feeling in her heart; it was like anticipation, yet also like fear that he would appear. It was a very contradictory and complicated feeling.

It was already dawn. After she finished washing up, she heard Ye'er say, "The Blood King is here again!"

She frowned in displeasure and walked out of the room, unaware that someone had been following her all along. He simply chose the most suitable way to silently accompany and protect her.

Inside the lobby.

The Blood King wore his usual gentle smile, but his eyes were as deep as an unfathomable ancient well, making them impossible to understand.

Ruo Yuhao frowned slightly as he sat in the armchair, looking at Ruoxue who was coming towards him with a somewhat helpless expression, and gestured towards the large pile of gifts at the door.

Ruoxue was taken aback, then turned to look at those things, a mocking sneer flashing in her eyes.

What is this Blood King up to? The first time he came to break off the engagement, the second time he was beaten, and this time, he even brought gifts. Is he being abused and still trying to curry favor with someone who's cold to him, and wants to be beaten again?

"Miss Xue'er, did you not sleep well last night?" The Blood King looked at her with concern. At this moment, Ruoxue's eyes were somewhat swollen. His voice sounded extremely sincere.

"I slept very well," Ruoxue said calmly. "I think I had an attack of my illness yesterday. After taking the medicine, I slept especially well. Thinking about what I did to the Blood King yesterday, I feel very sorry. I hope the Blood King won't blame me. I really can't control this illness of mine."

"Of course we can't blame Miss Xue'er." The Blood King smiled very obsequiously, stood up, as if to greet her.

Ruoxue frowned unhappily, but she stopped pretending to be crazy. Instead, she sat down next to Ruoyuhao with grace and poise. Seeing this, the Blood King returned to his seat. He had originally wanted Ruoxue to sit next to him, but then he thought that it would be more appropriate for Ruoxue to sit next to Ruoyuhao, so he let it go.

"I wonder what brings the Blood King here today?" Ruoxue asked, picking up her teacup with a relaxed air.

The Blood King looked at Ruo Yuhao, who seemed to deliberately lower his eyes, ignoring his gaze. Before Ruoxue arrived, the Blood King had already explained his purpose to Ruo Yuhao, but Ruo Yuhao remained silent, clearly intending to stay out of it. The Blood King could only answer himself: "Miss Xue'er fell ill yesterday, and I was very distressed—"

Before he could finish speaking, Ruoxue slammed down her cup, interrupting him. Her voice was calm and detached as she said, "Thank you for your trouble, Blood King." A mocking smile played on her lips. Feeling sorry for him? Hearing the word "feeling sorry" from someone like that was truly disgusting! A slight jolt ran through him. When Han Xingyu had said he felt sorry for him before, he had been touched, not disgusted! Could it be that he felt sorry for that scoundrel…? Impossible, absolutely impossible!

---Aside---

Chenchen is surfacing~ (Has everyone noticed? Han Xingyu is really great! What a good man!)