Chapter 127: That Mouthful of Yellow Teeth of Yours

Cleaning a bathhouse this large—even if it was only the men’s side—was far beyond what Ming Tian and An Luo could reasonably handle.

It was nearly nine o’clock.

The work had finally, barely, reached its conclusion. As a reward for completing their first day’s labor, Ming Tian and An Luo—both drenched in sweat from all the work—were allowed to soak in the hot spring once more.

“Well, I’ll be off, then. You two remember to finish tidying up before you rest.” Seeing the two of them reenter the hot spring, the gorilla said his farewells with complete peace of mind and apparently went off to rest.

Why? I came here to relax. How did I end up working?

Although the hot spring was indeed wonderfully comfortable, Ming Tian felt as though he had a grievance he could never voice.

If only I hadn’t acted like such a pervert!

As he soaked in the spring, Ming Tian inexplicably felt an urge to cry.

Wei Jingjing knew that Ming Tian could cook, because he had entered the inn carrying a wok.

“Oh? Cosplaying as the Little Chef? Fine, then. You’ll cook for the next couple of days. But let me make this clear first: if it tastes bad, you don’t get paid.”

That was Wei Jingjing’s exact wording.

Do I even have wages, lady?! Besides, aren’t tsundere older-sister types normally supposed to say something like, “If you do a good job, big sister will give you a reward~”? So you’re actually just a silent, shrewish woman!

That woman… If I hadn’t seen that she could heal my hand, I would have pushed her onto the bed long ago, and then…

Of course, that was merely an idle fantasy born of helpless frustration.

Wei Jingjing and Little Fei were both stunningly beautiful, and Wei Jingjing’s infuriating habit of never backing down when she had the upper hand made Ming Tian want to show her a man’s true strength.

But… there was nothing he could do. She had said that the treatment would only last three days. If he failed to satisfy her, then after three days his Italian cannon would turn back into a boomerang.

Besides, her treatment really had worked. Looking down, Ming Tian could see that after the treatment, both the caliber and range of his Italian cannon had increased considerably.

For the sake of my second battalion commander, I’ll endure it!

If anything could make a tough man submit, it was probably this. Then again… Ming Tian was only a man, not a man of steel. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have turned into a boomerang.

“Here. You can wash in this one.” Wei Jingjing’s voice came from the neighboring bath.

Hmm? Someone was still bathing at this hour?

“Thank you, Boss Lady.” The reply came from Yin Chan.

Ming Tian froze, finally remembering.

Yin Chan still hadn’t bathed. Her unusual condition meant that she could not bathe with anyone else.

Soft footsteps approached, followed by the sound of someone entering the hot spring.

Ripples traveled through the gaps in the bamboo partition.

Ming Tian felt nothing in particular—he merely pitied her unfortunate situation as someone who had crossed genders after transmigrating. But when he turned around…

“Huff, huff!”

Upon hearing this, steam blasted from An Luo’s nostrils like the snorts of a bull in heat. His mouth stretched all the way to his eyes in excitement.

Drip, drip, drip.

An Luo’s saliva flowed down like a leaking faucet.

Hey, buddy, there’s no need to overreact! Your drool is dripping into the spring. That’s disgusting!

“Miss Yin… Miss Yin Chan? How’s the water temperature?”

With a smack, An Luo plastered himself against the bamboo wall like a gigantic toad with a twenty-two-centimeter tail.

Judging by his expression, he looked as though he wanted to squeeze through the gaps in the bamboo. Saliva streamed down the wall in rivulets.

If this scene were rotated ninety degrees, it would look exactly like a whole pig roasting on a bamboo spit.

“Hm? You two haven’t left yet?” Yin Chan’s tone was neither warm nor cold. She did not seem to mind being overheard, so the sounds of her washing could be heard quite clearly.

Ming Tian had no interest in it, but for An Luo, the effect was devastating.

Squelch, squelch…

It sounded as though she was rubbing herself with soap.

With a loud bang, An Luo’s electromagnetic cannon rose in excitement, only to slam into the bamboo wall because of his position. The impact made such a tremendous noise that Yin Chan let out a startled cry.

“What was that sound?!” Yin Chan sounded frightened.

Good grief, that was loud! An Luo, doesn’t that hurt? Just how much force does your electromagnetic cannon have? If you smacked someone in the face with that thing, your dick alone could knock their jaw out of alignment!

“It’s nothing, it’s nothing! I accidentally tripped.” In his panic, An Luo copied Ming Tian and came up with an excuse that was not remotely convincing.

Yin Chan paused for a moment. Apparently unconcerned, she continued rubbing herself with soap.

Then came that same squelching sound.

Bang.

An Luo’s electromagnetic cannon slammed into the bamboo wall again, startling Yin Chan once more.

“An Luo, what exactly is that sound? What’s happening over there?” A trace of unease entered Yin Chan’s voice.

Ming Tian slapped a hand over his face.

Are you done yet? Doesn’t it hurt? Even watching you hurts! And it’s not just painful—it’s perverted! If you want to lean against the wall, then lean against it, but why are you wiggling that muscular butt of yours?

Are you trying to mate with the wall? It’s made of bamboo! You’ve rubbed it so much it looks like a dog chewed on it!

“Heh-heh… heheheh. It’s fine, Miss Yin Chan. Don’t worry!” An Luo replied with a foolish laugh that was utterly unconvincing.

Yin Chan paused for just as long as before, but the unease in her voice had become even more obvious.

“I keep feeling that there’s something strange about this bathhouse. Why does it feel haunted?”

An Luo’s foolish face, already covered in the expression of an idiot, blossomed into an even more idiotic smile.

“Don’t worry, Miss Yin Chan. As long as I, An Luo, have even one breath left in me, I’ll protect you.”

That was so sickeningly romantic.

Ming Tian not only felt nauseated, but broke out in gooseflesh as well.

Yin Chan did not reply. Clearly, An Luo’s words had left her speechless.

“You know, when I heard you say that just now, it felt so warm and comforting,” Ming Tian said with deep disdain.

“Really, Brother Ming Tian?” An Luo replied excitedly. “Those were the words from the bottom of my heart!”

Ming Tian pursed his lips slightly and ignored the response.

“But the moment I saw all those yellow teeth in your mouth, I knew that warm feeling had been nothing but an illusion.”

An Luo’s face immediately turned yellow with embarrassment. He hurriedly clamped his lips shut over his mouthful of yellow teeth.

Splash!

From next door came the sound of Yin Chan rinsing herself with a wooden bucket.

“Forget it. I’m not used to bathing out in the open. I’m done. I’m leaving.” Yin Chan’s voice sounded strained. Clearly, she had hurriedly rinsed the soap from her body and was preparing to go.

That sent An Luo into a panic.

“Miss Yin Chan, don’t go! Miss Yin Chan!”

Anxious, An Luo clung to the bamboo wall and repeatedly pounded on it.

But Yin Chan’s footsteps from the neighboring bath grew farther and farther away. She was clearly almost at the entrance.

Desperate, An Luo pounded the bamboo wall as though he had lost his mind.

From the other side of the pool, Ming Tian noticed that the vines on the old, poorly maintained bamboo partition were snapping one after another under An Luo’s blows.

That idiot hadn’t noticed a thing.

Oh, for crying out loud, this guy…

“An Luo, stop hitting it! The wall is going to—”

Ming Tian finally realized what was happening and tried to stop him, but it was already too late.

With a crack, the last main vine broke.

The neglected bamboo wall could no longer withstand the combined weight of An Luo and his pounding hands. With a great clatter, it collapsed.

Aaaaaah! You bastard! Do you have any idea how much trouble you’ve caused?!

Ming Tian was completely dumbfounded.

No. That was only a minor problem. The real disaster was still to come.

Yin Chan, who had reached the entrance, was obviously startled. She turned around, and her icy face instantly flushed bright red before collapsing into sheer panic.

The collapse of the bamboo wall meant that the only barrier between the men’s and women’s baths had vanished.

Yin Chan was now standing completely naked in An Luo’s line of sight.

The huge idiot had never anticipated such a development. The instant he saw the scene, he—just like Ming Tian four hours earlier—spurted a nosebleed with a sharp puff.

To be fair, although Yin Chan was nowhere near as beautiful as Xiao Xinzhu, she was still undeniably a beauty. She was somewhat flat-chested, but perhaps because she normally bound her breasts, they actually looked at least like a B cup now.

Moreover, Yin Chan’s greatest advantage was her legs. She was not tall, but her legs were extraordinarily long and well-proportioned.

Ming Tian had no interest in looking at Yin Chan, but An Luo was another matter entirely.

The sight nearly caused An Luo’s electromagnetic cannon to explode. For a moment, his already square face became the very picture of square-faced slapstick.

Yin Chan was so shocked that her face turned crimson. She hurriedly covered her private parts, tears almost spilling from her eyes.

The perpetually cold woman was furious for the first time.

“An Luo!!!!!!”

“Miss Yin Chan, I didn’t do it on purpose!”

“I know. Lie down and I’ll forgive you.”

“All right, Miss Yin Chan. But why are you holding a razor?”

“To castrate you, obviously!”

“Brother Ming Tian, save me!!!”

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