Chapter 1190 - Your Darned Gentleness...
“Huh?”
Stunned, Mag looked at the young lady with a flaxen hair who was only at his chest-level in front of him. Her petite size was a little incompatible with the giant softness that he felt in his hands. This sudden collision with her two pieces of roundness really caught him off-guard.
That young lady lowered her head to look at the two hands on her chest and was also stunned. Afterward, she suddenly looked up at Mag.
Her slightly messy curled hair parted sideways, revealing a clean and delicate face. The little specks of freckles on her nose made her face look even more animated. Her bluish-gray eyes were filled with rage, and her pinkish-white orc ears pricked immediately like kitten ears, making her seem a little cute[1].
She was wearing a thin cotton blouse, and she was still holding half a biscuit in her right hand. She was rather dirty all over, looking as though she had just rolled around on the ground.
“Scoundrel, aren’t you going to let go?” the kitten-eared young lady shouted with embarrassment.
Mag quickly retracted his hands and said a little apologetically, “I’m sorry, Miss, you were in such a rush and I was caught off-guard.”
“Over here!” Just then, the sound of rushed footsteps approaching them quickly came from the back of the alley.
The kitten-eared young lady turned back to glance in a fluster, and reached out to cover Mag’s mouth. “Shut up! Kiss me,” she commanded urgently. After that, she turned and stuck her back close to the wall as she pulled Mag’s collar, bringing him towards her. Mag’s face was in front of hers in an instant, and he almost touched her thin lips.
However, just as the two lips were about to meat, Mag pushed against the wall behind the young lady. He watched as the young lady had her eyes tightly shut as though she was prepared to die and he raised his brow. What’s going on now? Are the young ladies these days all so liberal?
However, judging from this kitten-eared young lady’s reaction, he could guess that she was being chased.
This was an oddly familiar scene.
Just then, a group dashed out from the neighboring alley. Mag tilted himself slightly and undid the buttons to his coat. The sides of the coat flared out, covering the kitten-eared young lady nicely. Mag lowered his head and supported himself against the wall with a hand. Their faces were almost sticking together, and from an outsider’s perspective, they looked just like a couple engaging in a passionate kiss.
When the group passed by Mag, their footsteps slowed down distinctively. After staring at Mag’s back closely for a while and not being able to make out the looks of the woman hidden by the coat, one of them softly commanded, “Hurry up! If she gets away, Orc Chief will never let us off!” They quickened their pace and left.
When they had gone far, Mag turned his head slightly to take a look. They were a group of orcs. The leader was already at the 8th-tier, while the rest were all 6th-tiers and 7th-tiers. Why would a group of highly skilled orcs chase this kitten-eared young lady? Orc chief was what the orcs called their leader. Would this have anything to do with the orcs?
Connie shut her eyes tightly, but the sticky and disgusting kiss that she’d anticipated did not come. This made her a little surprised.
A man like him who had just taken advantage of her did not seem like a good person. Why would he not take advantage of her now that he had the chance to?
But the sound of the rushed footsteps drawing close just now made her hold her breath and stay still. If she were to get caught by them, she would definitely be killed just like her father, and then no one would be able to return to save her brother. She had to continue living, and then become even more powerful.
Although the kiss did not happen, the warm breath from the nose that was almost sticking to her face grazed past her cheek gently, making her flush red. There wasn’t the unpleasant odor of sweat that one would find on an orc. Instead, it was a light fragrant scent.
Do all human men have such a weird scent? Connie was filled with questions. The coat that was hanging loose was very warm, and this man who was almost sticking to her was just like a giant furnace, chasing all the cold away.
She had been on the run for more than 10 days in the ice and snow, without even having warm clothes to wear or having proper sleep. Every day, the moment she opened her eyes, she would start running. There were several times she was almost caught. Even in this place that prided itself on freedom, Connie still could not find a place where she could belong.
But this warm embrace right now made her flustered heart settle down a little, calming her down.
Mag made sure that the orcs had gone far before he turned to look at the kitten-eared young lady who was leaning against the wall with both her hands clutching the biscuit full of dirt and mud. Her eyes were still tightly shut, and her long eyelashes were trembling, but her mouth was slightly puckered.
What is she anticipating? Mag squinted slightly and watched the young lady’s slightly puckered lips. Her mouth was small and the shape of her lips was very cute. The only downside was that her lips did not have much color to them, and were already peeling from being too dry. This would affect a kissing experience greatly.
As an upright person, that was definitely not the reason why he did not go for it.
Was he such a loose person?
Even back when Irina pounced on him, he also only resisted a little symbolically.
“They’re long gone,” Mag told the kitten-eared young lady as he retracted his arm and stood up straight.
The warmth was taken over by the chill in an instant, and as the light scent disappeared, Connie shuddered. She felt a little empty inside. She opened her eyes and looked around the deserted alley before looking at Mag.
If she were to look at him properly, this man was actually quite good-looking. He had a handsome, chiseled face, a small mustache above his lips which gave him the charisma of a mature man, and a gentle gaze. This tall human man used his body to save her just now…
Hang on… even if that was the case, that could only strike off his impropriety towards her just now!
Besides, Mother had said that good-looking men are all liars!
This man must be a big fat liar!
Upon coming to that conclusion, Connie’s gaze resting on Mag became more cautious.
“Are you cold?” Mag asked.
“H-how do you know that!?” Connie was shocked. She stared wide-eyed at Mag. Could this man read minds? How would he know that she was freezing right now!
Mag was speechless as he watched Connie, who was shuddering from the cold. Anybody would be able to tell, right? Why did she look like he had seen through her secret?
“Why are they chasing you?” Mag continued asking.
“How did you know that they were chasing me!?” Connie was even more astonished. She even grabbed the dagger she was hiding in her sleeve immediately as she looked at Mag cautiously.
“If they weren’t chasing you, were they chasing me?” Mag rolled his eyes. He felt like he could not carry on with this conversation, so he turned to leave.
I-is he going to leave just like that? Connie heaved a sigh of relief. However, she felt an inexplicable sense of disappointment when she saw Mag’s back. That embrace just now was very warm and calming…
Mag took a few steps before he let out a soft sigh, turned, and walked back towards Connie. He took his coat off and put it on Connie, who was dumbfounded, and said, “Follow me.”
“Your darned gentleness…”
[1] The word for orc in Chinese can also mean beastman. However, this is the first time in the novel, and I edited it since chapter 1, that something like animal ears has appeared (with possible exception of dryads which had animal transformation thingy, can’t recall now). According to some later descriptions, it seems like the author could’ve simply decided that “orc” and “beastman” are the same thing, and since there are tens if not hundreds of different kinds of them, there are some orcs/beastmen that look similar to traditional fantasy orcs, and some that look like whatever cat girls and whatnot.
