Xiuxian: Beautiful Women Like Clouds

Chapter 1127 Zi Xuan Appears

"Little brother, will we meet again in the future?" A girl with pigtails and pink ribbons tied in her hair asked reluctantly. She was very young and looked very innocent. She bit her bright red lips and looked at Lu Hao with her eyes reddening.

"You're so cute, we'll definitely have a chance to meet again." Lu Hao pinched her rosy cheeks, and looking at her bright red lips, his heart fluttered.

“If we have the chance, let’s sit a little longer and get to know each other better!” A beautiful woman in a scarlet gauze dress swayed as she walked over, her shoes making a “thump-thump” sound with each step. She kissed Lu Hao on the cheek, leaving a wet lip print.

"There's plenty of time. If you want to sit here, there will always be an opportunity. If there isn't, I'll find one." Lu Hao gently patted the other's jade-like shoulder, the smooth touch sending a shiver through him.

“You must remember me, right? I have a mole on my delicate forearm,” another petite woman said.

"And me, you must remember me." A mature voice rang out. The woman who spoke was wearing a dark-colored silk dress that trailed on the ground, outlining her curvaceous figure. Her skin was as white as snow, and her eyes held a captivating charm that came from a life of experience. She said coquettishly.

“I remember, you seemed to be the highest-ranking person inside…!” Lu Hao said with a thoughtful smile.

"Ugh, what nonsense are you talking about!" The mature woman in the long, floor-length dress covered her bright red face, even the back of her ears were pink, her eyes filled with shyness and joy. She hadn't expected the other person to remember her features.

"I meant you're the oldest!" Lu Hao couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Ugh, ugh, I'm not old at all, I'm only thirty." The mature woman protested, punching him a few times with her small fists. Her fists landed softly and weakly on him, like a playful fight between lovers.

"What I mean is, you're big everywhere." Lu Hao whispered in her ear, his fingertips tracing across her delicate palm.

"Mmm~" The beautiful woman murmured softly, almost falling into Lu Hao's arms, her beautiful eyes gradually becoming moist and hazy.

Fearing that sparks might fly, Lu Hao quickly stopped and composed himself.

"Alright, everyone, let's leave as soon as possible. It won't look good if someone sees us like this. I won't forget you all in the future." Before parting with each of the women, Lu Hao gave them a big hug. His hugs were gentle and sincere, without the slightest hint of disrespect.

All the beautiful eyes gazed longingly at Lu Hao, captivated by his aura; these became indelible marks in their hearts.

It has to be said that Lu Hao is a really charming person. He is not only considerate and gentle, but also witty and has a unique sense of freedom and sincerity. Many women have fallen in love with him and left looking back again and again.

"There's plenty of time in the future, plenty of time in the future!" Lu Hao shuddered, trying to comfort himself.

One of the beauties, dressed in a deep V-neck top, had walked halfway when she came back. She lowered her head, revealing her snow-white swan neck, and her cascading black hair fell onto Lu Hao's shoulders. She exuded the aura of a mature married woman.

"I think I've become a little infatuated with you, and I look forward to taking things further with you. My back door is always open for you; you're welcome to come in," the beautiful woman whispered seductively in Lu Hao's ear.

"You're so flirtatious, does your husband know?" Lu Hao laughed loudly, laughing so happily. But when he turned around, his laughter vanished instantly. His whole body stiffened, and the smile on his face gradually froze.

"Zixuan...Zixuan...Why are you here?" Lu Hao's face was pale, and his lips were trembling. He was sure that the other party had heard what he had just said. This time, he was completely doomed.

In the darkness, a stunningly beautiful figure stood there, seemingly out of nowhere.

The cool moonlight shone on her, outlining her perfectly graceful figure. She wore a moon-white long dress with flowing cloud patterns embroidered on the hem, which swayed gently in the breeze, making her look like an ethereal fairy who was about to ride the wind away at any moment. Her face was exquisitely beautiful.

Her eyebrows were arched, her eyes were like autumn water, her red lips were bright and moist, her skin was as white as jade, her long black hair hung down, and she exuded a cool and holy aura, untouched by the dust of the world.

Compared to her, the women from before were worlds apart; neither their charm nor their looks could match the allure of the woman before them.

The stunningly beautiful woman stood quietly, letting the breeze tousle her long, black hair, and she still held the fresh soup she had cooked earlier in her hand.

At this moment, the woman's beautiful eyes were coldly fixed on Lu Hao, her gaze like a knife, as if she wanted to see through his heartless and treacherous nature.

The two looked into each other's eyes, and Lu Hao saw disappointment and deep pain in the other's eyes. That sorrowful look made Lu Hao's heart feel as if it were being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, making it hard for him to breathe.

“Originally, I wanted to give you another chance, but you…” Tears welled up in the woman’s beautiful eyes as she sobbed uncontrollably. The soup she was holding, which had been simmering all night, fell to the ground with a thud, and the earthenware pot shattered.

"Zixuan, let me explain!" Lu Hao said with a mournful face. The happier he was just moments before, the more miserable he was now.

"No need for explanation. From the day I met you, you've always been this kind of person. It's just that I've always had unrealistic fantasies about you!" Zi Xuan turned and left with a flick of her sleeve, and crystal tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

The glistening tears drifted onto Lu Hao's lips, the wet, salty taste making his heart ache even more, especially when he saw the broken soup on the ground. As far as he knew, Zi Xuan had never personally cooked soup for anyone.

"Zixuan, Zixuan, you have to listen to my explanation! It's not what you think!" Lu Hao came to his senses and hurriedly tried to chase after her, but at that moment his pants inappropriately fell down, revealing his white underwear. He pulled up his pants and frantically chased after her.

Thus, an absurd and comical scene unfolded: in the twilight, Zixuan walked ahead, her slender figure appearing particularly lonely in the moonlight. Her shoulders trembled slightly, clearly indicating that she was crying. Lu Hao, meanwhile, was pulling up his pants, chasing after her in a disheveled manner, no longer as composed and at ease as before.

As Lu Hao chased after her frantically, he called out anxiously, "Zi Xuan, let me analyze this for you carefully. Things are really not what you think!"

"I won't listen, I won't listen!" Zixuan covered her ears, her beautiful eyes filled with tears. She only believed what she heard.

"Zixuan, I just like to flirt, but I'm a very decent person!" Lu Hao explained, pulling up his pants.