Pushing the Beauty into the River (1)

This world was a whole different beast from Lin Wanrong's time. Back in his day, guys with pierced ears and noses—rocking earrings and nose rings—were everywhere, no big deal.

But here? The vibe was pure and simple—anyone pulling that wild shit would be seen as a freak, a demon begging for a mob to take them out.

So, no dude here had the balls to pierce their ears—not even the prettiest of pretty boys.

That chick Xiao Qingxuan, though—when she got all worked up just now, her earlobes turned red as hell, and Lin Wanrong clocked those tiny piercings. No wonder she was so damn fine—she was a real stunner, a drop-dead gorgeous babe.

Lin Wanrong smirked to himself, Guess my tastes are still normal after all. This chick didn't give a shit about his broke-ass look either, stooping to chat him up. Gotta hand it to her—she had some smarts.

But this fake-ass "Young Master Xiao" got her cover blown by Lin Wanrong's blunt "chick" call-out, and those two words hit her where it hurt. Whatever good vibes she had for him? Wiped out in a flash.

Her face went red, glaring at him with fire spitting from her eyes. "You shameless pervert—" she snapped.

Lin Wanrong used to side-eye "Young Master Xiao" over suspicions of being some Thai import. Now, the mask was off, full reveal.

Taking her in again, this chick was tall and lean, legs tight as hell—you didn't need to touch them to feel the heat and bounce. Willow brows, phoenix eyes, red lips, white teeth, skin smooth as jade. Pissed off, her perfect little face flushed with two red patches, adding a sexy edge that'd make your jaw drop.

Looks and body-wise, she was the hottest woman Lin Wanrong had ever seen. Shame about the flat chest earlier—must've been some binding hiding the goods. Couldn't see the full show, which sucked a bit.

Lin Wanrong locked onto her chest, nodding and shaking his head with a sigh. To anyone watching, he was a textbook lech.

Xiao Qingxuan's face went pale, then she yelled, "I'll kill you, you pervert!"

She tossed her little fan aside, her slim hand glowing with faint blue light, and swung it at Lin Wanrong's chest with a gust of wind, fast as lightning.

Lin Wanrong's heart damn near stopped. What the fuck is this mess? Kung fu? Magic?

No time to figure it out—this chick was quick as hell. Back in college, he bragged about being fast, taking on two guys in a fight no sweat, but against her? He couldn't dodge for shit.

Her palm was about to smack his chest in a blink, and all he could think was, I'm fucked, and by a drop-dead gorgeous chick no less.

Then his mind flashed to his parents back home. If it weren't for that company trip to Mount Tai a month ago, he wouldn't have tagged along. If that damn girl hadn't made him haul everyone's bags, he wouldn't have slipped off the cliff, twisted through time, landed in this hellhole, and ended up dying at this chick's hands.

Anger boiled up inside him. If you're gonna drop me here, why kill me off so fast? God's fucking with me, and I'm not having it.

With a grunt, he glared at the chick holding his fate. Out of nowhere, he found the strength to lunge forward and wrap his arms around her waist, just as her palm grazed his chest.

Maybe it was his imagination, but the second he touched her waist, he swore he saw a flicker of reluctance in her eyes, and her palm's force eased up a bit.

Even so, his chest exploded with pain—like his body was falling apart—and blood sprayed from his mouth.

Lin Wanrong didn't give a damn. Eyes bloodshot, he clamped onto her waist like a vice, feeling that smooth, tender skin. His life was on the line, so the sweet sensation vanished quick. He locked her down, stopping her next hit, and stumbled back hard with both feet.

They were right by the lake. Xiao Qingxuan, caught off guard, didn't expect his sudden burst. Hugged tight by him, her face went red as she snapped, "You—shameless! I'll kill you!"

That was the second time she'd called him shameless, and this time she meant business. Her palm wind hit harder than before—no mercy left.

Even through the agony, Lin Wanrong kept a shred of clarity. He'd figured this chick wouldn't quit, so he hugged her waist tighter, keeping her from getting leverage.

Their bodies pressed close. Lin Wanrong brushed under her raised right arm with a light tickle. From experience, this childhood trick never failed—didn't matter if you were a badass hero or a rich emperor, it'd get you every time.

Sure enough, the fierce chick shuddered, her arms tightened, fighting a laugh, and the power in her palm fizzled out.

If he couldn't grab that chance, he wasn't Lin Wanrong.

He locked onto her body, not letting her twitch an inch, and kicked off hard. They both plunged off the shore into the water.

As the splash hit, Xiao Qingxuan let out a sharp scream.

The cute servant on the shore didn't see it coming—her mistress snatched in a flash. Too late to help, she saw Xiao Qingxuan hit the water and cried out, "Miss!"—her voice so broken it could shake the heavens and spook the ghosts.

But Lin Wanrong knew how dangerous this chick was and wasn't letting go. He wrapped her slim waist tighter, using every ounce of strength, pulling her close.

He wasn't banking on copping a feel—this chick was a firecracker who'd nearly killed him. Fuck, once we're in the water, I'll show you who's boss.

His face twisted grim as he held her tight, sinking them both to the bottom. No matter how she thrashed, he wouldn't budge.

This woman was strong as hell—God knows what she was made of—scratching him black and blue. Lin Wanrong bit back the pain, not making a sound.

Back in his time, barely any women could swim, let alone in this stuck-up era where manners trumped life itself. A chick who could swim here? Freak of nature.

And no surprise—Xiao Qingxuan, pampered and spoiled, didn't know jack about water. Lin Wanrong, raised in a Han River village, swam like a damn eel. How could this pretty chick match him, the water dragon?

He pinned her tight, not giving her an inch, their bodies mashed together.

Xiao Qingxuan fought like crazy at first, strong as hell, but soon her struggles faded, and she gulped down water.

Lin Wanrong was thrilled. He was a water pro—eyes open, he saw her headscarf float off, long hair drifting in the current. Her boots and socks were gone, showing off perfect little feet kicking wild. Her robe split open, revealing a grayish chest binder.

Still aching from her earlier hit, Lin Wanrong was pissed—he'd nearly died because of her. Screw it, he yanked the binder off hard.

Xiao Qingxuan caught on, her terrified mouth opening to scream, only to swallow more lake water.

The water was crystal clear, and Lin Wanrong got an eyeful. Without the binder, her chest burst free—two massive mounds with purple grape-like tips, trembling and gorgeous. In his book, D-cup or bigger, a body that'd hold its own against a Miss World.