Quick Transmigration: Hosts, We're Only Responsible for Counterattacking

Chapter 473 The Holy Monk Seeks Marriage (75)

"Where did this beauty come from? Her plight is truly pitiful." "No matter her circumstances, once she meets our Second Master, she'll live a life of luxury." "Yes, Second Master, why don't you take this little girl in? Having her as a companion would be quite an elegant affair."... Shen Yun stood there, bewildered, looking at the group of young men surrounding her. They were fair-skinned, with dark circles under their eyes, and seemed unsteady on their feet. And... there was the little girl they were talking about kneeling before her. Beside her was a sign: "Selling myself to bury my father." Oh my god. Couldn't they give her a moment to process this? Wait a minute, could the Second Master they're talking about be her? Shen Yun's trembling gaze quickly scanned herself. Men's clothing, or rather, men dressed as women. But the original owner of this body was quite bold, seeking out women—no, going out to play and having so much fun. Shen Yun looked this little girl up and down. She was quite big... with a petite and shapely figure, fair skin, beautiful face, and long legs.

I can't hold my saliva in.

wrong!

Shen Yun then realized why she had acted so lewdly.

"Does Second Master wish to keep this humble woman?" The woman kneeling on the ground half-covered her face with a handkerchief, obscuring her features, yet she appeared to be a beautiful woman.

This is probably what beauty in a hazy, dreamlike state is like.

But even if she were a beautiful woman, or even a celestial being descended to earth, it wouldn't matter to her.

"No, thank you," Shen Yun said.

Everyone was shocked by these words.

"Does Second Master think that my looks are not good enough for the Jing family's inner courtyard?" She removed the sleeve that was covering half of her face, revealing a beautiful face with eyes that seemed to shimmer like waves, looking pitiful.

Her skin was as white as putty, so smooth and dewy that it seemed like you could squeeze water out of it if you pinched it.

Shen Yun raised his chin high, his face full of arrogance, "That's not it. Are you sure you come from a poor family? That you need to sell yourself to bury your father, or that someone is using you as a raft to deliberately scheme against me?"

The woman paused in wiping away her tears, then continued, "If you dislike me, Second Master, just say so. Why humiliate me like this? Although I sold myself to bury my father, I still have my own dignity."

The use of the word "if" seems a bit illogical. Wasn't her tone clear enough?

"Second Master, a beauty's tears are beautiful, but isn't a beauty's smile even more so?"

"If a beauty is like this, why not take her into your arms sooner?"

"Tsk, I'm afraid it's because the eldest master of the Jing family is too strict that the second master doesn't dare to do it."

……

Shen Yun: ...

Who is this Mr. Jing?
Why does her body tremble involuntarily when she hears those four words?

"If you like it, then this time I'll give you a chance to be heroes." Shen Yun looked at the woman's hands without showing any emotion. They were fair and tender, with calluses on them, but only in a few fixed places, as if they were from holding a knife.

The young men looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Well... a gentleman doesn't take what others like. Although we feel sorry for this girl, how can we take what the Second Master likes?"

"That's right, Second Master really makes us all extremely envious."

Shen Yun: ...You're crazy.

(End of this chapter)