Scoundrel

Ye Ming had always dreamed of enjoying a lap pillow from a beautiful woman. 

However, luck had never blessed him and he failed to have such a dream ever. The only dream he ever had was some nightmare where he was chased by some slasher or killer. 

It got so real that he resorted to not sleeping to avoid enduring such a nightmare that left him sweating and drenching the bed sheet. 

Therefore, his serious request might sound like a joke to others, but it wasn't to him. 

Thankfully, his years of suffering seemed to have borne fruit and luck finally rewarded him greatly. 

Not only was Qing Lan not offended or perceived his serious request as a joke, but she even agreed and complied with the request. 

She was so smooth as well. She casually snapped her fingers and pulled out a large comfortable couch. She took a seat and lightly dusted her leg as if trying to clean it for Ye Ming's head.

"Young Master, you may place your head—" Before she was even able to complete her sentence, Ye Ming had already laid his head on her soft and fragrant lap. 

His eyes gazed deeply at hers as he asked, "Qing Lan, why are you so good to me?" 

"Because you are the Young Master." She calmly replied.

"Oh, so if I wasn't the son of Ye Xuan and Ye Qing Lei… you wouldn't have let me enjoy this kind of benefit?" Although he had anticipated such a response, it still kind of hurt when he received this kind of scene because of his parents. 

However, to his dismay, Qing Lan seemed to be in deep thought as she flashed a bittersweet smile. 

"Huh? Did I say something wrong?" Confused, Ye Ming was unable to tell why she turned so bitter. She didn't even turn bitter when he practically saw her exposed or requested a lap pillow. 

In response, Qing Lan pursed her lips and explained. "Young Master must have really forgotten about the incident."

"The incident?" 

"Yes, the incident from 20,000 years ago." Qing Lan sighed softly and gently caressed his hair. "20,000 years ago, I was still a lowly mortal in the lower world. Besides my beauty, I had no strength. But because of my beauty, I've brought disaster to my family." 

As Qing Lan began to relay her story to remind Ye Ming again, the Elder Dragon had finally returned from his task. 

He emerged from the pool, causing quite a big splash and laughing haughtily. 

"Young Master, I've returned with a ton of scales that I had stored from the past." He exclaimed, thinking that he had done a merit. Yet to his surprise, he didn't receive any warm welcome. Instead, he felt four piercing cold eyes penetrating his very old bones. 

Startled, the Elder Dragon turned to the side slowly and noticed both Ye Ming and Qing Lan were glaring at him furiously.

'Huh, why is Qing Lan furious as well?' Confused, the Elder Dragon truly didn't know how he managed to incur her wrath as well. He had ensured his task was done flawlessly and efficiently to overturn the previous interaction. 

Yet who would have thought his action seemed to have been incorrect? 

'The atmosphere is wrong.' The Elder Dragon came to a realization that Ye Ming's head was relaxing on Qing Lan's lap. 

Maybe he had disturbed the Young Master's sweet moment. 

A horrifying thought popped into his mind when he recalled what happened to someone who interrupted his moment in the past. Without any hesitation, he had given them a ruthless blow because he was in heat. 

They do say karma will always find you no matter when or where. 

"This is my karma eh." The Elder Dragon swallowed a mouthful of saliva nervously before going to his knees, giving the most solemn apology bow ever. His forehead kissed the wet floor while his butt was raised so high that it seemed possible to pierce the ceiling. 

While the Elder Dragon remained in this position, he remained unaware that Ye Ming didn't even bother to glance at him. 

Ever since the Elder Dragon went on his imagination, Ye Ming had already told Qing Lan to activate a concealment barrier. 

This concealment barrier was a special type. On the surface, it appeared that the two were moving around, but the truth was that they were behaving entirely differently. 

Therefore, Elder Dragon only noticed Ye Ming and Qing Lan's glare constantly and dared not move from his position.

…

Inside the concealment barrier, Ye Ming made sure to shift his head slightly to avoid seeing the Elder Dragon's posture. 

"Anyway, Qing Lan, continue your story." He gazed at her face and said. As much as people always say don't judge a book by its cover, Ye Ming was pretty sure they would never behave what they say. 

Just take a good look at Qing Lan's beauty. Had she been on Earth, then she was definitely the hottest celebrity ever. 

Hell, if Qing Lan chose to be an actress, then even if her acting suck, many producers and directors would still choose to cast her in the lead role.

After all, appearance sells the most, and viewers—especially males would forgive the female lead as long as her face was good. 

"Young Master, if you stare this deeply in my face, then it's going to be hard to continue the story." Suddenly, Qing Lan smiled bitterly and requested him not to stare too deeply.

"Eh? You didn't mind when your clothes were transparent and I practically saw everything, but now you mind about me staring at your face?" Ye Ming was taken aback. 

"Well, the story of my past involved a scoundrel who kind of behaves the same as Young Master at the moment. I'm afraid that I might lose my composure when retelling the story." Qing Lan responded. Despite her innocence and honesty, her words came as a lethal blow to Ye Ming.

What Qing Lan intended was to caution him about the potential danger, but what Ye Ming picked up on was that his behavior resembled the scoundrel in Qing Lan's mind. 

However, contrary to most ridiculous protagonists who tend to overreact or claim that they aren't the same, Ye Ming confidently laughed loudly. 

"Haha, you worried for nothing then." Ye Ming smirked. 

"Even if I do behave the same like that scoundrel in your mind. I'm sure your heart here knows who you prefer to be teased or stared by." He continued, pointing at her chest.