Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

"Running? Why did you stop running?"

Murong Wei tiptoed, casually tying the hem of her white shirt in a knot around her navel.

The fabric was stretched just right, making her breasts appear even fuller.

As she tiptoed, that soft mound trembled slightly with the movement.

What's even more outrageous is that she wore low-rise pants, and her hot curves of a slim waist and full hips were enough to make anyone's nose bleed.

Although she was very sexy, in Xie Mo's eyes she was a complete female demon.

Murong Wei twirled a broken mop handle in her hand, while three burly, thuggish-looking boys behind her completely blocked her escape route.

—This is a blind spot behind the school wall, out of reach of the surveillance cameras, and even the wind feels stuffy.

Xie Mo was about to step back when his collar was grabbed by a burly boy behind Murong Wei.

"Sister Wei, what should we do?"

"You made me lose face in the whole school!"

Murong Wei kicked Xie Mo in the stomach. The hard heel made Xie Mo feel a sharp pain, and he staggered and fell to his knees, scattering his test papers all over the ground.

"Well!!"

Xie Mo's face was contorted with pain as he gritted his teeth and uttered a single sentence.

"I...I've said it many times, I didn't post the video of you and Hua Shao 'hooking up' on the rooftop."

*Smack!*

The burly boy slapped Xie Mo across the cheek with his backhand.

"fart.

"So, the one you saw Sister Wei and Hua Shao on the rooftop... doing that, who else could it be but you?"

Murong Wei frowned when she heard the burly boy say "that".

This "that" has made her a popular figure at school.

The reason she is now jokingly called the "Rooftop Goddess of War" at school is entirely due to Xie Mo's fault.

"Beat him! There are no security cameras here, beat him to death!"

"Okay, Sister Wei!"

"But we've already beaten this good-for-nothing several times this week. I wonder if he can handle it?"

"A penniless good-for-nothing, even if he kills me, my Murong family can easily clean up the mess. Give him a good beating!"

The three men received their orders and surrounded Xie Mo, unleashing a violent attack.

Knees to the waist, fists to the face, kicks to the back of the head—slaps slapped across the face as if they were free.

Xie Mo was beaten senseless and tried to escape by gritting his teeth and crawling.

But someone grabbed him by the back of his collar and pulled him up, his head slamming against the brick wall beside him with a "thud," and he saw stars for a moment.

"You think you're so great, huh?"

Murong Wei's voice was filled with hostility as she lashed Xie Mo with the mop handle, sending a burning pain coursing through his body.

Xie Mo's consciousness gradually blurred, and the sounds of scolding and beatings in his ears grew farther and farther away.

My body felt like it was being torn apart, and I slowly lost my strength.

With his last glance, he saw Murong Wei's condescending, cold smile before plunging into complete darkness.

......

The iron guards on the eaves rattled wildly in the autumn wind.

The female knight-errant Murong Wei had recently resolved a feud in the martial arts world, and on her return journey, she passed by a dilapidated temple in the wilderness—

Suddenly I felt a burning sensation in my throat.

Could it be?

Was that seemingly harmless cup of tea in the teahouse actually poisoned?

Murong Wei staggered and grabbed the broken temple door, her inner strength instantly dissipating.

He could no longer hold the longsword in his hand, and it fell to the ground with a clatter.

Suddenly, a dark figure tumbled down from the roof of the dilapidated temple, a wicked grin on his face:

"Heroine Murong's martial arts are unparalleled, but alas, she is ultimately no match for my 'Drunken Spring Breeze'."

Intoxicated by the spring breeze?

Isn't that Xie Xiaoyi's secret drug for seducing women?

It is colorless and odorless, making it impossible for people to guard against. Once ingested, one's internal energy will be unable to condense within a day and a night.

Murong Wei was taken aback: "You're Xie Xiaoyi, the womanizer?"

"Oh my! Not bad, Lady Murong actually knows me. Does she also want to be picked by me?"

"You lecherous thief, you're asking for death!"

"That's right, even if I'm looking for death, I want to die under your peony."

As Xie Xiaoyi spoke, he suddenly grabbed Murong Wei's wrist with a rough and impatient grip.

He had long been attracted to Murong Wei's waist-to-hip ratio; her shapely buttocks had captivated him.

The constant stalking caused his soul to leave his body and become attached to Murong Wei's ample breasts, slender waist, and fleshy buttocks, unable to return to its original state.

"You lecherous thief, let me go..."

Murong Wei was both angry and anxious. Her remaining internal energy only allowed her to struggle, but Xie Xiaoyi took the opportunity to push her down onto a pile of dry grass inside the dilapidated temple.

"Sizzle!"

With his other hand, Xie Xiaoyi roughly tore open the collar of Murong Wei's outer robe.

The sound of tearing fabric was particularly jarring in the silent, dilapidated temple.

But to Xie Xiaoyi, the voice was very pleasant to hear.

He enjoyed the sound of tearing a woman's clothes.

As Murong Wei saw his face approaching, she instinctively turned her head to dodge, but her chin was gripped tightly.

Xie Xiaoyi chuckled, his fingertips caressing Murong Wei's skin with eager greed.

"Everyone says that Lady Murong is pure and virtuous. Today I want to see if this martial arts heroine is just as tough in bed."

"You... are despicable and shameless."

Murong Wei scolded playfully, feeling Xie Xiaoyi's breath on her neck, carrying the scent of wine and plum blossoms.

That's right, it was definitely true.

Rumor has it that Xie Xiaoyi, the flower thief, always drinks the famous "Plum Blossom Wine" from the capital city before committing his crimes.

Doesn't this taste just like plum blossoms?

Murong Wei panicked, feeling another wave of dizziness. Under the influence of the drug, she lost her strength, but she still tried to resist.

She struggled to lift her foot to kick, but her knee was easily pinned down, and she was completely trapped under Xie Xiaoyi.

"laugh--"

Her outer robe was torn halfway off, revealing the fair skin on her shoulders.

Xie Xiaoyi's hand was sliding down her clothes, and wherever his fingers brushed, a chill ran down her spine.

"Tsk! Tsk! It's really not small."

"Let...let me go!"

Murong Wei gritted her teeth, her eyes reddening with humiliation and anger.

But the drug's effects were too strong, and he could only watch helplessly as that hand became increasingly unruly.

She deeply regretted not having her senior classmates accompany her on this trip, fearing that this carelessness might lead to lifelong regret.

At this moment, Xie Xiaoyi chuckled lewdly, "A female knight-errant is indeed a female knight-errant; even her skin is more delicate than that of ordinary women!"

He was so engrossed in touching it that he was suddenly bitten on the wrist by Murong Wei.

"oh......"

Xie Xiaoyi pulled her hand back in pain, but her wrist was already bleeding profusely from the bite.

Instead of getting angry, he laughed even more wickedly.

"spit!"

Murong Wei spat a mouthful of blood at him, and this mouthful of blood was the only weapon she could use to fight back.

Xie Xiaoyi didn't take it seriously, pressing one hand firmly against her shoulder and back, fixing her firmly to the haystack.

"The more fiery their temperament, the more I like them."

His voice was filled with the satisfaction of his success, and his other hand ruthlessly tore at Murong Wei's last remaining undergarment.

"Sizzle!"

The screech of tearing fabric mingled with Murong Wei's helpless moans, echoing through the empty, dilapidated temple.

"From this day forward, you, this pure and virtuous heroine, will be my plaything beneath my crotch, Xie Xiaoyi."

Murong Wei was frightened and disgusted by his lewd words.

But her struggles grew weaker and weaker as the medicine completely devoured her last bit of inner strength, leaving her limbs as limp as if they had no bones.

She could only feel Xie Xiaoyi's hand roaming over her skin, each touch making her tense.