It's not too much to say that a beauty is a little bit stronger

In a dim little room, the air was filled with a damp and bloody smell.

The boy's hands were tied behind his back as he sat on a chair, his body showing obvious scars from a fight.

Although his skin looked a little dirty due to the accumulation of dust, it could not hide his natural beauty at all.

A pair of eyes as black as ink revealed a kind of alienated indifference, and his gaze was deep and indifferent, making it difficult to guess what he was thinking.

The unruly and rebellious look in his eyes made him look like a trapped beast, ready to break free from its restraints at any time.

He has a high nose bridge and perfect lips. Even in such a dim environment, you can still feel his stunning appearance.

He struggled continuously, his hands bound tightly by rough ropes, making slight friction sounds as he moved.

The boy's face was filled with anger, and his voice was filled with a bit of impatience and anger: "I said I wasn't bitten! There's nothing wrong with me at all."

His voice echoed in the small space. He tried to stand up, but fell back into the chair due to the sharp pain in his injured leg.

The soldiers surrounding the boy had indifferent expressions and ignored his tone.

He raised his head and glared at the iron gate in front of him, as if he wanted to burn a hole in the door with his eyes.

"Let me out, you idiots who have eyes but don't know how to use them."

The boy continued to make a big fuss, his voice filled with resentment and anger. His dark eyes seemed particularly bright in the dim light, revealing a sense of stubbornness and fearlessness.

At this moment, heavy footsteps suddenly came from outside the iron gate.

The boy immediately stopped struggling, turned his head slightly, and a hint of vigilance flashed in his eyes.

"Click——"

The sound of the door lock turning was clearly heard, and the iron door slowly opened. A strong beam of light shone in from outside, illuminating the dim room.

The boy subconsciously squinted his eyes because of the sudden brightness.

A figure walked in.

As his vision gradually adjusted to the light, he saw the man—

The man just stood there, between the light and shadow, wearing a simple white shirt, like a gardenia that had never been stained by the filth of the world.

The boy's pupils couldn't help but dilate slightly, and he instantly became quiet, as if he was completely shocked by something.

He stared at the man with a dazed look.

At this moment, everything around him had disappeared, leaving only those captivating red eyes.

Xiao Huai looked at the young man, tilted his head slightly, and asked softly:

"Have you seen enough?"

The boy's heart suddenly trembled, and he realized that he was so fascinated by the scene that he even forgot his surroundings and his current situation.

His face flushed red, he coughed awkwardly, and quickly looked away, not daring to look at the other person again.

Xiao Huai walked to his side, suddenly squatted down, raised his hand and lifted the boy's chin. The action was frivolous and could not be refused.

His fingers were warm, with an inexplicable sense of oppression.

Xiao Huai raised a sly smile like a little fox and whispered to himself, "I didn't expect you to be like this."

The boy's ears instantly turned red, and his expression changed from shock to shame and anger, his voice a little flustered:

"Hey! Uncle! What are you doing? Don't come over here!"

Xiao Huai was stunned. Obviously, this was the first time he heard someone call him "Uncle". At that moment, a trace of loss seemed to flash in his eyes, and then he sighed, as if he was really hurt.

The young man felt a little guilty when he saw his appearance. He called him uncle, but it was just a temper tantrum.

The man in front of me doesn't look like an uncle at all. He looks about the same age as me.

He quickly changed the subject and said, "What's wrong? Is a name so sad? Then what do you want others to call you?"

He asked tentatively, with a hint of flattery in his tone, as if hoping that the other party would be happy.

In fact, he didn't expect Xiao Huai to answer. After all, judging from the attitudes of the people around him, Xiao Huai seemed to be a very important person.

However, to his surprise, Xiao Huai really fell into a thoughtful silence for a moment, then stood up, lowered his eyes, and a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes.

Then he smiled, a smile that was warm and bright, like the sunshine on a summer afternoon, shining straight into the depths of people's hearts.

The light in his eyes sparkled like stars, and his thick and long eyelashes cast tiny shadows on his face, making people want to get closer involuntarily.

Finally, he slowly said:

"How about 'dear'?"

Xiao Huai's voice was soft and pleasant, with a hint of teasing and ridicule. As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in the room was stunned.

What...what's going on?

The young man was dumbfounded, his mind went blank.

His face quickly turned even redder and his ears began to burn, he had no idea how to respond.

He never expected Xiao Huai to say that word, and his tone was so natural as if he was talking about something very ordinary.

And that smile... that smile really makes one's heart beat faster, it's so beautiful that it makes one feel uneasy, as if the person in front of them doesn't belong to this world.

Xiao Huai raised his hand slightly, and the sound of a rope breaking came from behind the boy. The rope that had originally tightly bound him was cut by some invisible force and fell to the ground.

Xiao Huai then extended his hand to him and read out his name:

"Xiao Huai."

The boy stared at the hand in a daze. The slender fingers looked particularly clean under the light.

After hesitating for a moment, the young man slowly raised his hand and finally held Xiao Huai's hand.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Huai exerted a little force and pulled the boy up from the chair.

The young man just stood up, but before he could steady himself, he felt Xiao Huai's gaze on him.

Xiao Huai narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was looking at his height, and a hint of disappointment flashed across his eyes.

The boy was still a little taller than him.

Xiao Huai withdrew his hand and asked:

"What's your name?"

The boy's expression was a bit bewildered: "I have been wandering without a name."

After hearing this, Xiao Huai's eyelashes trembled slightly, and then he whispered:

"Then your name will be Lu Yuanshi from now on."

After he finished speaking, he paused, his gaze returning to the young man, his voice gentle but with an unquestionable tone:

"Be my assistant from now on."

When Lu Yuanshi heard this name, his heart was touched and a strange emotion surged in his heart, which he himself could not understand.

He stared blankly at Xiao Huai's leaving back until the figure disappeared outside the door, and then he slowly came to his senses.

At this moment, other people came over, and the atmosphere was obviously much more relaxed than before.

"Congratulations, your life is saved. Xiao Huai will keep an eye on you until you completely mutate."

Lu Yuanshi was stunned for a moment. He didn't hear anything these people said.

He just looked down at the hand he had just held with Xiao Huai, and the warmth of the other person seemed to still remain in his palm.