Spring Once More Chapter 6
Spring Once More ch6
Translator: ayszhang
Editor: Marcia
Beta reader: Dairytea
chapter 6
(Traditional Chinese cover scanned by Dairytea)
Chapter Six
Understanding the thought that goes into the naming of a beauty is a task just as profound and complex as understanding the beauty herself. The names of beauties of the past especially pose a challenge.
If we review the names of all the fair maidens throughout the millennia – Yuhuan, Zifu, Zhaojun, Wenjun, Nanzi, Meiniang – every single one is delicate and full of allure. Every beauty must have a name that matches her appearance.
Ruoshui...Ruoshui...
Definitely a hundred times better than Yan Ni. The saying goes “the lady is
like water,” but I wonder if it’s her eyes, her figure, her soothing voice or
her gentle affection that is like water.
I fidget anxiously, unsure
whether I should sit on my grand bed or stay standing. I’ve had a handful of
girlfriends in my two decades of existence, but it’s the first time I’ve felt
this excited. f.u.c.k! What’s with this guilty feeling at the last minute?! What’s
there for me to feel guilty about? I came here to enjoy life, didn’t I? And the
best part of life is of course s.e.x! I swear I’m going to go through every one
of those sticks in that container and enjoy myself to the fullest!
But still I’m nervous about my
first s.e.xcapade in this life. I pace back and forth in my room no less than a
dozen times, debating with myself. Should I leave the candle lit or blow it
out? No, definitely lit so I can see her face. If anything is off, I can still
pick another stick. Number two, eh? I wonder how the prince ordered his
concubines. By chronological order of entry into the residence, or by
appearance? What should I say to get the mood going when she comes in? I mean,
we can’t just get down to business…right?
I hear footsteps coming down
the walkway followed by three knocks on the door. It must be Lady Ruoshui. My
stupid, little heart starts thumping, and I swallow hard before calling out,
“Enter.”
The door gently swings open.
My stomach tightens for a second before relaxing. I stare at the visitor. “The
hour is late… What matter brings you here?”
The visitor was not Lady
Ruoshui but a young man – the kind that ignites my fury.
Ma Xiaodong hates pretty boys.
Everyone who knows me knows that. To think that I lost my childhood sweetheart
and our pure love to this kind of trash.
Xiao-Xian and I made a promise
when we were three years old that she would become my wife. But as they say, a
woman’s heart is like water, p.r.o.ne to change. When I was in junior high, she
became infatuated with a pretty boy singer called Lin something and kept
singing The Rainy Season when I was Seventeen
all day long. Then it got worse in senior high. This time it was some South
Korean group called OT or something,
and she went crazy over one of its members. She began to judge me asking why I
couldn’t be as good-looking as him. I took it all stoically for my dear
Xiao-Xian. I took it until university when F4 came out of nowhere. She forced
me to sing Meteor Rain while telling me how wonderful it would be if I looked
like Zaizai.
That was the last straw. One day while she was drooling in front of the Lupiao
commercial
on TV, I asked her unsparingly, “Why do you always like mops?”
She stared at me. “What do you
mean mops?” I kindly explained to her, “Look, if you turn these guys upside
down, they look just like mops.” She gave me a slap across the face and left
after saying, “The jealousy of ugly men!” And that’s how my decades-long first
love fell apart.
From then on, I always get
this ball of anger in my chest whenever I see that kind of species. And the one
before my eyes right now, well, let’s just say Xiao-Xian would call it the rarest
of rare specimens. It’s very different from all those other ones I mentioned, but
it’s be a one-in-million even in this era. It’s so tall and skinny that it
might just topple over with the slightest breeze. Its facial features are soft
and delicate, and its loosely tied hair makes it all the more difficult to
identify the gender. To top it all off, its robe is practically falling off its
shoulders.
I clench my teeth. I’ve gotta
get rid of this…this thing before Lady Ruoshui arrives, or else my delicious
meal will be over before I even get to taste it!
“This gentleman here, we must retire for the night as it is late. If you have matters to discuss,
tomorrow will do.”
The pretty boy looks at me
with changing emotions in his eyes, but instead of leaving he closes the door
and starts gliding towards me. My anger is reaching critical ma.s.s. Who in this
d.a.m.n residence dares not obey the prince’s orders?!
“Good sir, did you not hear our words?”
His long, slanted eyes half
close as he smiles and murmurs. “Milord.” I shudder as his voice runs along my
spine down to my toes.
The pretty boy continues,
“Milord, it was you who summoned me to serve you tonight. As I feared, Your
Highness has forgotten even poor Ruoshui.”
A song by Taiwanese
singer Lin Zhiyin a.k.a. Jimmy Lin. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h08JAFZ758Y
Most likely the first
idol group in South Korea, H.O.T.
The Chinese nickname
of F4 member, Vic Chou.
A shampoo commercial released in 2002. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tQ7EBW-2Iuo
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Dairytea: Can our MC resist his charm?! Find out in the next chapter!
( pretty Ruoshui from the manhua =//A//= )
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