Her almond eyes bulged. It was hard to imagine that this cold and aloof general… would say such lewd words¹.

Her ears turned steaming hot, but she refused to reveal her cowardice. So, she lifted her pretty, little chin and squinted her eyes as she laughingly teased, “Uncle Zhan, how lewd you are!”

Within a span of half a second, the man had already assumed his usual look of indifference as if he had been silent all the while.

With slight difficulty, Jiang Mianmian stood on her toes, hooked her arms around his neck, and grumbled, “That’s a pretty dress of mine. Since you threw it away, you’ll have to compensate me!”

He calmly put the lass down, pulled her to the cloakroom by her soft, slender wrist, and pushed open the door to the closet.

The dumbfounded lass brushed her hand against the row of clothes, her mouth agape…

At each of the four sides of the walls stood a huge white wardrobe which was filled with rows of clothes of the latest fashion for young girls. There were clothes of pastel pink, pastel blue, pastel purple, and pure white…

My name may seem as soft as cotton, but I’m not at all soft. How am I supposed to fight in such outfits? I’m the devil incarnate, after all!

As Zhan Muqian leaned against the door, he regarded her with an ambiguous smile. “These are my compensation, and also, betrothal gifts to you.”

Feeling absolutely flabbergasted, she stammered, “W-What are all these…? They’re all so sissy and childish!”

However, the man had already turned around and stepped out of the room. He then replied with a hint of laughter in his voice, “They suit you very well.”

She felt a pounding headache right then. What the heck! This old, willy fox has clearly premeditated this long ago. Is he marrying a wife or raising a daughter?

…

Those clothes, however, were ultimately a trivial issue.

It was only by nighttime that she realized the gravity of selling herself off on a whim.

After her shower, she walked out of the bathroom in a soft bathrobe with her wet, lustrous chestnut-colored hair cascading down.

She proceeded to turn on heavy metal music, then sat cross-legged as she picked up the hairdryer to blow dry her hair. Half-way through, however, she suddenly jumped up in shock upon sighting a figure in the mirror’s reflection!

Zhan Muqian, in light gray pajamas, was holding a glass of amber liquid.

The point was that he was sitting on her bed!

Jiang Mianmian shrieked at him, “Uncle Zhan, are you pretending to be a ghost in the middle of the night? You made no sound at all!”

The wine glass was then set aside, and he approached her with his bare feet. It scared her so much she hid away to the side.

“What do you want to do?!”

The man effortlessly lifted her by the waist and carried her to the bedside.

The young lady smelled especially good after her bath. With his knees bent and pressed on her two slender legs, he reached out to pin her hands down. “It’s our wedding night, Mianmian. What else can I do besides doing you?”

Her mind immediately went into static, and before she could fully consider her situation, she started struggling vehemently.

“No! Who is consummating their marriage with you? I’m not doing that! I’m feeling sleepy, so I’m going to sleep now!”

She pulled the blanket up her chest protectively with those dark orbs of hers glaring at him warily.

With a smirk, he pulled the blanket away from her and, without a moment of hesitation, pulled the girl’s soft, tender thighs toward his waist—

It was only now that she realized the man was not joking around.

When she was pinned down tightly by him, she immediately pouted her lips piteously. “Uncle, let’s not do it, alright…?”

He patted her cheek with his big hand. “You were so bold and unconstrained on the aircraft, so why are you being all coy now?”

Her eyes blinked, and she looked as though she could shed tears in the next instant.

“I-I’m still hurting. It’s really painful for girls during their first time. Plus, it hasn’t fully recovered… down there. Uncle Zhan, can’t we consummate our marriage another day?”