LTJWHPB Chapter 3

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Despite his resistance, Little Tangmen was stripped naked by the Young Master and thrown into the bath.

He couldn’t fight back.

Little Tangmen, with a mournful face, covered his private part: Wuu wuu… I’m going to tell my senior brother you bullied me!

Young Master: Go ahead and tell.

Little Tangmen: My senior brother is the famous Tang DaPao in the martial world. Are you scared?

Young Master, amused: Not scared.

Little Tangmen, smirking: You talk tough.

Young Master: …

Little Tangmen: I’m going to tell my senior brother you touched my butt.

Young Master: I didn’t.

Little Tangmen: You did. When you were stripping my clothes, you touched it twice.

Young Master: Pfft.

Little Tangmen: See, you’re even laughing! You still won’t admit it!

 

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Young Master: Your back is washed, turn around.

Little Tangmen obediently turns around: Oh.

Young Master scrutinizes Little Tangmen and touches his waist: Such a thin waist, have you been eating well?

Little Tangmen: …No, I can wash the front myself!

Young Master: Hahaha.

Little Tangmen turns back quickly, his ears red: You’re so bad.

Young Master: Why are you blushing?

Little Tangmen looks back warily: Your face is red too.

Young Master: My face is red because I’m gay. Why is yours?

Little Tangmen: …

Young Master: Actually, you’re gay too. You just don’t know it.

Little Tangmen: I’m not!

Young Master: See, you don’t know.

 

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After the bath, Little Tangmen, wrapped in a bathrobe, lies on the bed, and the Young Master sits beside him.

Refusing to leave.

Little Tangmen: What else do you want to do?

Young Master: Lull you to sleep.

Little Tangmen: When I was little, I only needed comforting when I was scared, but I’m not scared now.

Young Master: Oh, then let’s do something else.

Little Tangmen: What?

Young Master touches his thigh: Do you.

Little Tangmen: You’re crazy! Ahhh! Senior brother, save me!

Young Master: Are you scared now?

Little Tangmen: Of course I am!

Young Master: Then can I lull you to sleep now?

Little Tangmen: Go ahead, lull me!

 

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Young Master: How did your senior brother lull you?

Little Tangmen: He sang to me.

Young Master: Not by sleeping and holding you?

Little Tangmen, cautious: No, just singing.

Young Master: Okay, I’ll sing too.

Little Tangmen: You can sing?

Young Master: Everyone in the Hidden Sword Villa can sing “The Good Song.”

Little Tangmen: Oh.

Young Master: The great river flows eastward, the cranes of the Hidden Sword don’t look back.

Little Tangmen: Hahaha!

Young Master gently strokes Little Tangmen’s hair: You laughed.

Little Tangmen: Sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh at you.

Young Master, smiling, shakes his head: You look good when you smile.

Little Tangmen, blushing: Oh… you look good when you smile too.

Young Master: Really?

Little Tangmen: You’re actually a nice person, it would be better if you didn’t bully me.

Young Master’s eyes gleam with a twisted light: Impossible.

Little Tangmen: …

 

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Unknowingly, winter arrived, and Little Tangmen caught a cold.

Today, the Young Master also dressed up handsomely to visit the prison.

Little Tangmen: Cough, cough!

Young Master: You caught a cold?

Little Tangmen: It’s nothing, I always cough a few days every winter.

Young Master: From now on, you’ll stay in my room. It’s too damp and cold here in winter, and the stove doesn’t help much.

Little Tangmen, startled: Stay in your room?

Young Master, eyeing him: What, you don’t want to?

Little Tangmen: You’re letting an assassin stay with you, does that make sense?

Young Master, amused: You really think you’re an assassin?

Little Tangmen: Well, I am a disciple of the Tang Sect.

Young Master: In a word, my room or the dungeon?

Little Tangmen, clenching his teeth and stomping his foot: The dungeon!

Young Master: …

Little Tangmen: You are gay, what if you do something to me in the middle of the night?

Young Master: We’ll have separate beds.

Little Tangmen: That won’t work either. What if you jump onto my bed in the middle of the night and do something to me?

Young Master: Forget it, I’ll sacrifice a bit. If you live in my room, you can wear pants.

Little Tangmen, incredulous: You call that a sacrifice?

Young Master: Come or don’t, it’s up to you.

Little Tangmen: Let me think about it…