What To Do if You’re the Villain and the Heroine Likes You

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—In fact, when he had just exchanged blows with Fan Ziruo, He Yunxiao really didn’t give it any thought.

It was true that he was an LSP, but he had already passed that stage. (Notes: lsp in Chinese “老色坯” is a word for describing people focusing only on the sexy side of something. It’s kind of a joking word in the Bilibili you can use when you see somebody staring at the girls and he seems to image some dirty scenes. It’s not a very strong word, so everybody just uses it to steer at himself or somebody else.)

Although Fan Zewei was gentle, dignified, decent, smart and pretty, Nanzhu’s wife, Sister Du, and Sister Jiang were just as pretty. Other than that, let’s just talk about the hand-holding thing.

Nanzhu’s wife’s hand, He Yunxiao held for an hour at a time.

Sister Jiang’s hands are so soft and delicate that He Yunxiao can touch them as much as he wants.

Sister Du that can not be detailed.

Although lustful and is greedy, for the current He Yunxiao, some cold dishes before meals, can no longer provoke his emotions. And with Fan Ziruo’s personalities, the Raider would never give He Yunxiao anything out of the ordinary before.

So, sister Du is actually right. As long as both of them don’t think too much about it, some inevitable contact during martial arts practice is nothing.

The premise was that neither of them would think too much about it, which was obviously difficult for Fan Ziruo, who didn’t even come into contact with women very often.

She calmed down her fluctuating emotions and regained her usual calm demeanor before returning to the study.

He Yunxiao had heard her footsteps in advance, so he hastily pretended to pick up the book on the imperial examinations and was reading it.

“Miss Ziruo, you’re finally here. After you went out just now, I thought that time was like gold and should not be wasted, so I took it upon myself to read. In the past, I only liked to play, not to study. It wasn’t until I came here, Miss, that I discovered the joy of learning.”

【Fan Ziruo’s Favorability Level Changed From 56 to 57】

Fan Ziruo smiled lightly, “Is there something you don’t understand, Young Master He?”

“Precisely. Please teach me here, Miss.”

He Yunxiao said as he sat beside the desk, pointing to an essay that was spread out on the desk.

Fan Ziruo naturally walked over to He Yunxiao’s side, bent over, looked at the book, and explained it to He Yunxiao word by word.

The two of them were very close to each other, and because Fan Ziruo was bending over, a few strands of hair slipped down her back and fell on He Yunxiao’s shoulders.

He Yunxiao didn’t have the heart to listen to what Fan Ziruo was saying at all; he thought about it, this first time they were, quietly, close together when they were alone.

It was said that a human’s memory for smells far exceeded that for images and sounds.

Right now, they were this close, and what interested He Yunxiao most, apart from being close enough to witness Fan Ziruo’s beauty and curvaceous figure, was the smell of her.

Subconsciously, He Yunxiao compared several of the girls he was close to with Fan Ziruo.

Du Yinyun’s body carried its own delicate fragrance of orchids, light, and elegant. Sister Jiang had a precious sandalwood fragrance that was strong, but you needed to be very close to smell it, strong but not dissipated. Nanzhu’s wife has an aroma of medicinal herbs. It is hard to describe what it is, at first smelling. It does not feel like it, but the more you smell it, the more you feel that she smells good.

Fan Ziruo is different from all of them.

It was a lotus leaf with the fragrance of lotus flowers. Moreover, it must be the lotus leaves after the rain, never under the hot sun.

The fresh breeze after the rain, combined with the natural smell of lotus flowers and leaves after being washed by the rain.

Refreshing and light.

Fragrant in a very natural and peaceful.

“Young Master He, do you understand?”

It was only when he heard Fan Ziruo’s soft voice that He Yunxiao snapped out of his thoughts.

He had no intention of making crap excuses and simply admitted, “Miss Ziruo, I was distracted.”

Fan Ziruo didn’t blame or sigh, and said in a soft tone, “Then I’ll say it again. Don’t distract yourself this time.”

He Yunxiao nodded his head repeatedly, and then Fan Ziruo spoke again to the side.

“Young Master He, did you understand?”

He Yunxiao listened carefully this time, but didn’t understand.

He said awkwardly, “I didn’t get distracted this time, but I didn’t understand either.”

Fan Ziruo was not the least bit impatient, as she said gently, “It’s okay. Let’s try again. This time, I will ask questions as I go along, and as soon as you don’t know anything, tell me.”

He Yunxiao immediately nodded, then moved the chair at the front of the desk to the side and gave it to Fan Ziruo, who was standing beside him, to sit down.

“Sit down and talk, miss.”

“Mhm.”

So, these two people, strangely enough, left the spacious front of the desk unattended and had to squeeze in side by side.

Fan Ziruo was sitting directly in front of the book. He Yunxiao, on the other hand, twisted his waist, propped one hand on the table, and leaned sideways beside Fan Ziruo.

The two were very close to each other because they had to read together.

When Fan Ziruo was standing, she was superior to him and did not feel anything wrong. Now that she was sitting, she felt lower than He Yunxiao and He Yunxiao was on her side, so Fan Ziruo suddenly felt that He Yunxiao’s action was a false hug.

It was entirely possible that he could simply reach out and take her whole body in his arms!

After Fan Ziruo thought of this possibility, with her intelligence, she quickly came to a final conclusion.

If He Yunxiao made a move on her at that moment, she could only be caught in his arms and be at his mercy.

After losing your purity, her innocence would be in his hands, and then ……

In case the Marquis is too powerful to become a proper wife…

Do I need to beg for his blessing and have a boy to preserve my position in the Marquis?

He Yunxiao waited for Fan Ziruo to give him the questions, but found that this she, seemed to have no intention of speaking out, instead began to fluctuate violently in his favorability.

【Fan Ziruo’s favourability Level Changed From 57 to 67】

【Fan Ziruo’s Favorability Level Changed From 67 to 47】

【Fan’s favorability level Changed From 47 to 32】

How did the favorability level end up at 32?

That’s ridiculous!

What was she thinking?

Do all smart girls like to brainstorm?

What the hell is she thinking?

He Yunxiao remembered the judgement he had made earlier. The higher Fan Ziruo’s favorability was, the more sensitive she was to people with higher favorability ratings. Now it really did seem to be very correct.

This girl was observant and smart, quiet and introverted. The kind of person who liked brainstorming the most.

This, coupled with the fact that she was currently having a favorable opinion of him, resulted in the fact that he could also trigger her emotions.

Being good at brainstorming plus mood swings makes favorability often get out of hand!

In order to safeguard the hard-earned favourability, He Yunxiao couldn’t help but interrupt her brainstorming, “Miss Ziruo? Ziruo?”

Fan Ziruo lifted her head and saw He Yunxiao’s concerned look and clean, clear eyes.

She remembered Du Yinyun’s words and snapped out of it, telling herself not to think!

Fan Ziruo, what are you thinking about again? Young Master He just asked you a simple question, and you have to be so suspicious of him?

【Fan Ziruo’s Favorability Level Changed From 32 to 55】

He Yunxiao said, “You’re tired of talking today, so let’s continue talking about martial arts and novels. We’ve pretended to fight before, and we’ve been sparring quite a bit, do you feel any inspiration?”

Fan Ziruo couldn’t remember any inspiration. She only remembered palms against palms ……

Eyes looking away, she said sheepishly, “Felt some ……”

“Did you?”

“The hand ……”

“Hands?”

“Hands, hands hurt when you hit something.”

He Yunxiao:?

It hurts when your hand hits something, but it doesn’t hurt when your hand doesn’t hit something.

This is the same as “people who breathe will live, people who don’t breathe will die”, isn’t it fucking bullshit?

Fan Ziruo got up from her desk and said, “Young Master He, let’s fight again.”

After all, her martial arts training was meant to be a novel.

If she couldn’t feel what it felt like when martial artists fought each other, then all her previous efforts would be in vain.

He Yunxiao nodded his head and said yes.

It was not like he was fighting with Chu Xiaoxiao. Not only was it not torturous, but it was also enjoyable.

He Yunxiao said: “Miss Ziruo, in your novel, there is a plot where the female protagonist knocks the male protagonist off a cliff with a slap. Let’s just recreate that scene.”

Fan Ziruo nodded and said yes. Then she and He Yunxiao came to stand opposite each other in the open space of the study.

He Yunxiao added, “Miss Ziruo, let’s imagine ourselves as the characters in the novel. You just feel free to hit at me, no need to worry that I will get hurt.”

“Mm.”

She took a deep breath and adjusted her mind to quickly get into shape.

Imagine yourself, the female warrior in the novel with a pathetic life.

Imagine yourself, hating that man across the room, and then striking with determination!

Although her martial arts were rusty, her movements were slow, and she hit people gently and softly. He Yunxiao felt her hatred and emotions from her aura.

As expected of a girl who is good at brainstorming!

She was getting too deep into the story!

He Yunxiao raised his spirits and fought with her, and both sides went back and forth for a dozen moves before He Yunxiao stepped back and pretended he was standing at the edge of a cliff, waiting for Fan Ziruo to knock him off the cliff with a slap.

What He Yunxiao didn’t expect was that she actually withdrew her palm at the end, and her whole body crashed into himself due to inertia.

Thump.

He Yunxiao only felt a fragrant and soft mass crash into his arms.

He hurriedly raised his hand to show his innocence.

It was she who gave it over for nothing. It had nothing to do with me at all.