Four Kings and One Queen 1

“Woman, do you want to fight?!” Yimo’s anger was burning. “Come on, I’m not afraid; this is exactly what I wanted! Yes! What about it?!” He slammed the table: “Don’t think I won’t hit you just because you’re a woman!” I imitated him and slammed the table, which split in two: “Don’t think I won’t beat you just because you’re a man!”

Yimo looked at the broken table, his jaw dropping in disbelief. I proudly smiled at him: “Hey, I used to be a guard, you know. Have you made up your mind? Still want to fight?” Yimo, being face-conscious, said: “Let’s fight, who’s afraid?” This was exactly what I was waiting for!

After a round of beating, I satisfyingly patted my hands, sat on a stool eating melon seeds, looking at Yimo lying on the ground nearly defeated. Yimo struggled to get up, “You… you’re not human! You’re not even a woman!” I glanced at him and laughed: “Whether I’m human or a woman, what’s it to you? Loser.” Yimo’s heart was bleeding! As a man, he had lost a fight to a woman, confirming – ‘She is the most fierce, evil, and violent woman in the world!’

I had a brilliant idea. I squatted down to help Yimo up. Just as he was about to look at me gratefully, I let go, and he fell again. I laughed, “Ning Yimo, this is payback!” He suddenly remembered the first time we met, full of regret! Karma!

Yimo struggled to get up, and just as he sat down, I looked at him threateningly, “Ning Yimo, will you dare to order me around again? Dare to bully me?” He shook his head frantically, not wanting to die at her hands. I laughed secretly, ‘Haha, I’ve successfully turned the tables!’

From then on, life changed. I finally understood “what goes around comes around”!

“Han’er… for Us…” I glared, and Yimo quickly swallowed the rest of the sentence, hurriedly dressing himself, fetching water, washing up, bringing breakfast, brewing tea. After finishing, I satisfyingly patted his head: “Not bad, doing things yourself. That’s a good child! Here, sister will reward you with a melon seed to crack!” Yimo sweated profusely, wondering, ‘What does she think I am? 555~~’

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