"Are you even a man? How can you be so afraid of pain?"
Looking at Han Mo's exaggerated expression, Zhe Yourong's face was full of smugness.
"You!"
This time it was Han Mo's turn to be depressed. This little girl was clearly doing it on purpose.
If she pinched him like this, any living creature would have to scream!
"It's changed now, good brother can't take it anymore!"
Han Mo was a bit embarrassed and angry.
"Hmph, are you going to talk or not?"
Zhe Yourong said, raising her fist towards Han Mo.
"Alright, come closer and I'll whisper it to you!"
Seeing her blushing cheeks, Han Mo said with a smile.
"Don't you dare play any tricks!"
Thinking of the last time, Zhe Yourong still felt a flush of embarrassment. At this moment, she was naturally extremely vigilant.
"Are you doubting me? If you don't trust me, then forget it. Don't you know I'm the top scholar in Bianliang now, known as the honest and reliable young gentleman?"
Han Mo's expression turned serious, and his back immediately straightened.
"If you dare to play any tricks, I'll hit you!"
Zhe Yourong bit her lip before making up her mind and leaning her ear over.
Looking at her flushed cheeks and slightly heaving chest, Han Mo, as if possessed, directly kissed her.
"You!"
Zhe Yourong was about to resist, but Han Mo immediately pressed her tightly onto the soft cushion of the carriage, and in the next second, his scorching lips were directly pressed against hers.
"Mmm—"
Han Mo's mind buzzed, and she instantly didn't know what she should do.
Her heart pounded faster and faster, and her hands instinctively wrapped around Han Mo's back.
However, just as Han Mo was about to take things further, Zhe Yourong suddenly came to her senses and forcefully pushed her right leg into Han Mo's lower abdomen!
"Ouch—"
Han Mo let out a strange cry of pain, immediately loosening his grip, and his body curled up like a large shrimp on the spot.
"You, you, you..."
Zhe Yourong wanted to see what his condition was, but at this moment, her face was burning, and she really didn't know what to say for a moment.
Han Mo could only bitterly smile, thinking that this was truly retribution, and heaven's will was inescapable.
However, the speed of this slap in the face seemed a bit too fast. He had just disabled those Jin people, and a moment later, his fiancée had delivered such a crippling kick.
"Are you, are you alright?"
Seeing the pained expression on his face, Zhe Yourong finally asked softly.
"Do I look alright?"
Han Mo was truly on the verge of tears.
At this moment, he really wanted to hit his own head with a hammer. Why did he have to tease such a tigress when he had nothing better to do?
Now it was like this, suffering such a crippling kick for no reason. He didn't know if it would affect his function in the future.
"Well, who told you to just now..."
Before Zhe Yourong could finish speaking, her face had already turned red from her neck to her hairline.
"I'm saying we're already engaged, and the wedding date is set. Do you have to react so strongly?"
Han Mo looked like he was about to cry.
"How about I take you to see a doctor?"
Seeing his pained expression, Zhe Yourong truly felt a pang of sympathy.
"No!"
Han Mo was depressed. If he went to see a doctor in this state, it would probably not be long before everyone in Bianliang knew that he tried to tease his fiancée and ended up getting crippled by a kick.
"Is Han Xiao Guanren there?"
Just then, a man's voice suddenly came from outside the carriage.
"What is it?"
Han Mo asked, enduring the pain.
"I am a steward from the Princess's mansion. My son-in-law requests the young official to return for a discussion!"
Han Jiayan was looking for him?
Han Mo was stunned for a moment, but then he understood what was going on. It must be because of what happened today.
However, if he went back in this state, he would truly be utterly disgraced.
But if he refused to go back, he couldn't find any good excuse for a moment.
"You wait outside for a moment, I have some matters to attend to!"
"Yes!"
The steward didn't know what was going on, but since Han Mo had said so, he could only wait.
After waiting for a full stick of incense, Han Mo finally felt that the pain had slightly eased.
"Are you, are you really alright?"
Zhe Yourong looked at Han Mo, who was sweating profusely from the pain, with some concern.
"If something's wrong, it's too late. At worst, you'll be a widow for life!"
Han Mo shot her a glare, tidied his clothes, and prepared to leave.
"But..."
"But what? I don't want to hear your apology!"
Before Zhe Yourong could finish speaking, Han Mo was already preparing to get out of the carriage.
"You still haven't told me the method you mentioned..."
"I..."
Seeing Zhe Yourong's aggrieved expression, Han Mo was truly at a loss for words.
Why was she still a little money-grubber, still thinking about the ways to make money even in this situation?
"Three days later, wait for me in the private room on the third floor of Floating Cloud Tower!"
Han Mo glared at her crossly, then gracefully alighted from the carriage.
"Third Sister, what were you two doing up there? Why is Han Xiao Guanren walking so strangely?"
After Han Mo walked away, Zhe Yourong's maid, Lu'er, asked in a low voice.
"Stop the nonsense and let's go home!"
It was better if she didn't mention it; the moment Lu'er brought it up, Zhe Yourong felt her face heat up again.
Even though they were both women, she couldn't possibly explain the shameful scene that had just occurred.
Seeing Zhe Yourong's flushed cheeks, the little maid's interest was piqued. Although they were master and servant in name, they were actually like sisters.
Seeing her like this, she knew immediately that something must have happened, and she leaned forward. In a short while, the two were whispering together.
The feelings of a young girl are always poetic, but Han Mo was not in the mood for that.
The pain of a man was not something that could be endured by willpower alone.
Even after more than half an hour had passed, when he returned to the Princess's mansion, he could still feel a dull ache when he walked.
"What's wrong with you?"
Seeing Han Mo walk in with a strange gait, Han Jiayan frowned.
"This... I fell on the way back. It's nothing, sir. Does my uncle have any instructions for me?"
Han Mo quickly changed the subject.
"I have a letter here, you can read it first!"