boyutpedia Chapter 42 Beauty's Bow
Chapter 42 Beauty's Bow
"After hearing so much from others, Jianqiu, do you still have any doubts?"
Sarah slightly pulled back from her forward lean. She shifted to a more comfortable position, sitting sideways with her hands gently resting on the grass behind her, her hands supporting her peach-blossom-pink cheeks as she gazed intently at Fang Jianqiu in the water.
"Although I feel a little overwhelmed by Sarah's enthusiasm, I am aware of it."
Fang Jianqiu looked back at her with equal sincerity, his gaze clear and firm:
"Your efforts and your sincerity will be rewarded by me. You trust me and help me, and I will protect and trust you in return. That's enough."
Upon hearing this, Sarah's face lit up with a stunningly beautiful smile that could captivate anyone, and in that instant, it seemed as if even the night was illuminated by her smile.
She parted her red lips slightly, revealing her neat, white teeth, and said with a smile:
"Hehehe, it seems like her confession was successful~ This is Sarah's first time, Jianqiu, you've hit the jackpot."
She looked like a little girl who had received candy, her eyes crinkling into a smile.
"However, Jianqiu and I don't need to rush. After all, there's a Chinese idiom that goes something like this—'Time breeds affection,' right?"
She deliberately slowed her speech, pronouncing each of the four words carefully. Especially on the word that could function as both a noun and a verb, she not only deliberately emphasized it but also swept her gaze over Fang Jianqiu with a hooked look.
Immediately afterwards, Sarah suddenly reached out and cupped Fang Jianqiu's chin, forcibly lifting his face.
"Huh? Jianqiu, why are you shrinking down more and more as you wash?" She raised an eyebrow and asked, feigning confusion.
"The water's almost up to her neck! With such a great figure, how can she be hidden underwater? I can't even appreciate it. What a pity!"
Although she looked innocent and puzzled, the teasing tone in her voice, which she knew the answer to, was practically overflowing.
After that frank and open exchange of feelings, the distance between the two has been reduced once again, and Fang Jianqiu has become more relaxed.
He smiled, making no attempt to hide it:
"There are some things that are best left unseen, lest they frighten you and ruin the lovely atmosphere we just shared. So, Sarah, do you want me to get up?"
"Hehe, I really want to see what will ruin the atmosphere." Sarah's eyes sparkled, and the corners of her mouth curved into an extremely charming smile.
She exerted a little force with both hands, as if she really wanted to "pull" Fang Jianqiu out of the water.
"Come on, let your older sister check what kind of evil thing is causing this."
Fang Jianqiu didn't stand on ceremony. Following her force, he pushed off the bank with both hands and burst out of the water like a dragon emerging from the water.
Amidst the splashing water, he sat down directly on the grass next to Sarah, glistening water droplets sliding down his muscular chest and abs.
Sarah followed the direction of the water flow, and then...
"Jianqiu is really dishonest."
Sarah bit her lower lip lightly, her eyes bold and fiery, showing no intention of hiding her feelings.
"They were speaking so sincerely up there, but you were thinking about bad things! That's incredibly disrespectful to a lady!"
Her words sounded reproachful, yet her tone carried an undisguised hint of satisfaction.
Fang Jianqiu awkwardly touched the water droplets on his head and said helplessly:
"Sarah, you'd better be aware of your own charm."
As he spoke, he turned to get into the water, asking, "Shall I continue washing?"
"Hey, no way!"
Sarah grabbed his arm: "Where did you put the soap Grandpa Xiao gave you? How can you take a bath without soap?"
"Uh, it's in that pocket over there. I was just about to take it out and use it." Fang Jianqiu pointed to the clothes that were thrown in the distance.
Sarah immediately let go of his hand, walked over barefoot across the soft grass, bent down and took a pale yellow handmade soap from Fang Jianqiu's trouser pocket, then returned to Fang Jianqiu's side with light steps.
"Hmm... Jianqiu clearly has a lot of bad intentions. Well, as punishment and as a reward..."
Sarah sat back down next to Fang Jianqiu, fiddling with the bar of soap in her hand, her eyes becoming somewhat unfocused.
"Although Jianqiu had bad intentions, these bad intentions were ultimately caused by me. In order for us to get along better in the future, and in order to purify Jianqiu's heart... I will personally use this bar of soap to thoroughly wash away Jianqiu's bad intentions."
As she spoke, she broke off a small piece of soap, placed it in her palm, moistened it with some stream water, and gently rubbed and kneaded it with her fair hands: "If you're going to wash, you naturally have to start with the dirtiest, hardest-to-wash, and most unruly parts."
At this moment, Sarah's originally beautiful and mature face was now covered with an alluring blush. Her skin was so delicate that it seemed as if water could be squeezed out if pinched, and she exuded a breathtaking charm under the moonlight.
The beautiful woman, whose beauty was so captivating, raised her hand and casually tied her troublesome red hair behind her head, revealing her long and elegant neck.
Then, she slowly lowered her head.
"Sarah..."
Fang Jianqiu's Adam's apple bobbed, and he called out softly, his voice somewhat hoarse.
He couldn't help but look up at the deep and vast night sky.
The bright moon hangs high, its gentle light covering the earth; a beautiful woman bends down, treating him with tenderness.
In that instant, he felt as if he had ascended to heaven.
......
"Fuck! Fuck! Is this hell?!"
Lem stood in front of the gate of Hans Estate, a heavy old-fashioned camera hanging around his neck.
Even though he was mentally prepared, the sight before him still made his legs go weak and his stomach churn.
Corpses were everywhere.
Some of the corpses had their heads exploded like rotten watermelons, some had huge holes in their chests, and others looked as if they had been shot in two by some heavy weapon, with their intestines spilling out onto the ground.
The once luxurious manor is now a scene of carnage, with the air thick with a nauseating stench of blood.
Lem suppressed the urge to vomit, shakily raised his camera, and cautiously walked inside.
"So this is... the work of that 'devil'?"
He muttered to himself as he racked his brains to find the best angle to shoot the picture.
He had to photograph these gruesome corpses, capture this hellish scene, only in this way could he bring the greatest visual impact to tomorrow's news.
"Snap! Snap!"
The flashes of the spotlight repeatedly captured these moments of death.
But as the filming progressed, Lem's mindset began to subtly change.
The initial fear and nausea did not completely disappear, but beneath that, an even stronger and more frantic emotion began to grow wildly like weeds.
That was excitement.
A kind of morbid excitement about becoming famous and rising to prominence.
His hands were still trembling, but no longer just from fear; there was also excitement!
A strange flush appeared on his face, and his eyes gleamed with an almost fanatical light.
"It's done...it really worked this time..."
As he filmed, he roared inwardly.
Such a huge scene, so many deaths, and all of them were supervisors or security guards—the sheer number!
This news will cause an earthquake throughout Honolulu! And he, Talham, is the one who triggered this earthquake! He's no longer just a lowly reporter running errands; he'll finally have his own office!
When Lem finally mustered the courage to enter the mansion and saw Hans's body in the kitchen on the first floor, this complex and morbid psychology reached its peak.
Hans died a terrible death.
But his death was "very worthwhile".
Looking at these once domineering plantation owners lying in pools of blood like dead dogs, Lem felt no sympathy, but rather a perverse pleasure.
His pupils dilated, and the corners of his mouth even stretched into an exaggerated arc uncontrollably, which, combined with his pale, sweaty face, made him look somewhat eerie.
"They're...dead, all really dead...even Hans!"
He was breathing heavily, his voice trembling but tinged with laughter:
"How terrifying...tsk tsk tsk...but...uh, good riddance!"
"Yes, that's right! Good riddance!!"
He suddenly raised his camera and frantically pressed the shutter button on Hans's body, the flashes of the flashbulbs going off like a machine gun.
"Ha, ha! You bunch of bastards who suck the blood of Hawaiians! Now it's my turn to suck your blood. I will become the one who records history!"
"Close-up! We have to get a close-up!"
He even knelt on the ground, bringing the camera close to Hans's terrified and distorted face, not missing a single detail or a single drop of blood.
At that moment, all that remained in the eyes of this local Hawaiian journalist was fame, fortune, and the impending euphoria.