The Tough Guy Forced To Become The Broodmother - Chapter 4

Chapter 4: The Visitor from Beyond

The beautiful man who emerged from the sphere had short, messy black hair. Despite his pale complexion and bloodless lips, his features remained sharply defined—deep-set eyes, a high bridge to his nose, and a haunting, exotic beauty that felt almost otherworldly.

He lay there, completely motionless.

Luo Jia’s heart hammered against his ribs.

An injured, beautiful man and a wandering loner—according to every trope in the book, he should save this man, leading to a classic “repaying a life-saving debt with one’s body” romance. Even if there was no romance, he could use this man to learn about this world and find a way out of here.

However, another voice in his head was sounding an alarm.

Men are never simple—especially beautiful ones. Those are the ones who lie best.

Even worse are “wild men” found by the side of the road. Picking them up usually leads to bankruptcy and an early grave.

Luo Jia felt he wasn’t equipped for this kind of high-stakes gamble. It was better to leave quickly.

Except

Luo Jia looked at the open hatch and hesitated.

The sphere’s door was wide open, beckoning him, while he currently possessed absolutely nothing.

Since I’m already here… This man looked wealthy; surely he wouldn’t mind if Luo Jia “borrowed” a little water and food?

Luo Jia glanced at the man. His eyes were tightly shut; he had likely been knocked unconscious by the impact. It made sense falling from such a height, even if he looked fine on the outside, his internal organs were probably scrambled.

Emboldened, Luo Jia skirted around the man and began to climb into the hatch.

“This door is so high…” Luo Jia had just pulled his upper body in, his legs still dangling outside. As he kicked fruitlessly to gain leverage, a hand suddenly clamped onto his leg.

“AH! What is that?!!” Luo Jia looked back. The man who had been motionless moments ago was now gripping his leg.

The man gave him a faint smile.

While Luo Jia was still in a daze, the man yanked him down and slammed him hard onto the ground.

“Oof!” The fall left Luo Jia dizzy. Before he could react, the man pinned him down, pinning his hands and locking his legs in place.

The man looked down at Luo Jia coldly, as if inspecting a corpse.

“Let… let go of me!” Sensing the danger, Luo Jia was so terrified that tears began to prick his eyes.

The man leaned in and sniffed Luo Jia’s neck. A look of surprise crossed his face, and the pressure of his grip relaxed slightly. He said, “You…”

Feeling his leg was free, Luo Jia—eyes red with panic—delivered a sharp, brutal kick to the man’s groin.

“Ugh!” The man’s brow furrowed, his face turning even paler. His grip on Luo Jia tightened, and a flicker of icy killing intent flared in his eyes.

Luo Jia was so scared he was on the verge of a breakdown.

“Big brother! I was wrong! Spare me!”

The scent lingering at the tip of the man’s nose seemed to soothe his headache. He covered Luo Jia’s mouth and whispered, “Shh—don’t be noisy.”

Luo Jia, teary-eyed and trembling, nodded frantically.

Gu Qiyin watched the “little thing” in his hands settle down with satisfaction. He said to Luo Jia, “Don’t worry, I’m not a bad person.”

Luo Jia wanted to roll his eyes all the way to the back of his head. In this environment, in this situation, you’re telling me you’re not a bad guy? Yeah, and I’m the First Emperor of China!

Gu Qiyin leaned in again to sniff Luo Jia, but the scent had vanished.

He knew it wasn’t an illusion. His hand reached inside Luo Jia’s cloak, searching.

“Mmph—let go! You pervert!” Luo Jia struggled desperately. He felt the man’s hand slide from his back to his waist, and then further down. Luo Jia froze completely, his face exploding into a bright crimson.

You total creep! You dead pervert!