this is a collection of some of my poems. some of the poems are about love, life, unrequited love, sorrow, loneliness, and more. I hope you can enjoy of my collection of poems and I hope I can transmit the emotions that the poems are supposed to give.

Just some poems I wrote because poems help us heal. And vent.

A book of poems that I made for fun. Each poem is different so if you dislike one then just know there are many different types. The newest poems are better then the older poems.

The Book of Poems... But Instead Called Poems of Blossom
Brought to you by and written by a thirteen year old...
Be prepared to be surprised and...
Yes this is a book full of poems.

The suspect was now no more, the clues were less, yet the case wasn't over. The accomplice is left out whose motivate ain't known. The culprit could have anticipated the capture of Alfred and must have killed him while having a foresight. Ryan's theory was proved wrong after the post-mortem. Alfred was supposed to die either way as he injected poison in his body hours ago his death.
The mystery now became deeper. The accomplice was an outsider for sure in the current scenario. The question became who and why? Joe now was interested in the backstory of Alfred Stock. It was unknown to an extend. His origin was left unrevealed to anyone, but according to Kate's father Stephen, he was a prominent figure in the Freeman family and treated accordingly.
This fact was such a surprise to Ryan. He asked the other officers and Ricky to investigate further on the matter. Meanwhile, the killer had his eyes on the next prey. He waited for the right moment to hunt. Rick now got some vital information about Alfred. He had a sibling who wasn't unknown to the family. Still, things were off where the answers weren't complete.
Joe was curious to know about Alfred's sibling while no information regarding it was available at the moment. They were left helpless and forced to wait for his next move. Ryan Joe's phone rang at that instance, which turned out to be the breakthrough they waited. It was from the forensics department, Matt Newman, a senior forensic officer, shared his query. The deceased Alfred Stocks shared DNA with a well known fugitive Tyson. He broke prison ten years ago and has been on the run since then.
Not even a trace of him was obtained, which even questioned his existence, thought to be dead by the police force. Even the name Tyson was an alias. His background was left unknown. This fact galvanized Ryan to be more involved in the case. The first thing he did was confronting Tyson's fellow inmates seeking leads by which he was successful in obtaining it.
Tyson spent most of his time reading books and writing poems. It seemed that he was in redemption at first sight, but that wasn't the case. Tyson had a visitor who visited him often. He wasn't ready to open about the fact to the inmates. He maintained a friendly approach to them.
Joe then visited Tyson's warden, upon looking up his belongings, he was stunned. Though the poems he wrote seemed clean, it had a hidden murderous intent, one similar to the instincts of a wild animal. He was of immediate danger. Ryan assumed that visitor to be Alfred, but his motive for the crime was unknown. One could find grudge and cold-bloodedness in the killings.
It was indeed a tiring day for the detective. He decided to take a break and left home. A few minutes passed by, his doorbell rang, a boy disappeared after handing over a letter. He was shocked to read it; a piece of poetry from the killer!

A dead body, along with a letter dropped at the house of Ryan Joe, a novelist. What awaits him? A trail of crime?

In a matter of weeks, Felix, the new kid, became the center of my classes. He was liked instantly by all students in my classes. Ever since he came, I already predicted that Felix Griffin was going to be the new stud to Gardner's elite showoffs. He's from the suburbs of Indianapolis, who just moved here because his mother was offered a teaching post at a university here in the city.  

By the middle of September, I was already involved in extracurricular activities, such as French club. The teacher, Mrs. Jeanette, looked like an aged Marylin Monroe (if she were still alive). The club took place after school on Tuesdays & Thursdays, making me take the 5:00 bus after school. This left me with Monday, Wednesday, & Friday as my free time days.
My classes have been going smooth & boring. We've now entered the American Revolutionary War in history, talking about the battles & the comparisons between the British and American forces in the combat, as well as people that lead it. We talked about the battles that ended the war with American Independence & the government's formation with its political parties. Half of the class was bored to the max. At the cafeteria, I got the inspiration to write something up. Since last year, I've kept a notebook filled with drawings & poems titled "ENLIGHTEN ME". It featured poems & drawings about my pursuits of nature & my own self expressions. For example:
I walked across the woods,
Watching birds as they flew,
All nostalgic, nothing anew,
Yet so calm with life that grew, 
Here within the forest's view. 
The bell then rang & I was off to my next class: Spanish with Mr. Aguirre. Zach was up to another of his annoying antics. This time, he placed a whoopee cushion on one Wilbur "Big Willy" Dempsey's chair. Everyone laughed as it happened. 
"Man, don't these idiots ever stop" I heard someone comment.
It was Darius Williams, one of the few classmates that actually do their work.
"Hey Elle, you got a pencil I can borrow?" He asks. 
"Sure". 
Unlike the rest of the boys I've meet, Darius comes off to me as probably the nicest of all them, if not the only nice boy on my list. He's the kind of guy that would never say things behind your back. Even thought I only have him is in Spanish, Darius had more class than the bozos in there. He wasn't troublesome like Billy Hogarth or snobby like Trent Sawyer, he was just.... Darius. I guess the one think I can relate with him is the fact that we were plebes. At Gardner, the alumni is divided between the Elites and the Plebes. The Plebes are students from poor/middle class family backgrounds who got accepted here through a scholarship or payments. The Elites, on the other hand, are the ones who come from a rich background full of money, their parents pay the school so that they learn there.
English started off with a movie adaptation of one of O. Henry's short stories. Ashley & the other girls were off gossiping while Billy Hogarth was off sleeping on his desk. Trent & Lawson attempted to shoot spitballs at some of the classmates while the teacher didn't look. It was only me & Felix who were watching the movie. Sensing a bit of creativity, I started working on my sketchbook. I drew the amulet I found in the park, the dark alley from my dream, & some roses. The film was an adaptation of A Retrieved Reformation, the story of an safe cracker named Jimmy Valentine. It was a good adaptation for short story, especially since they don't change the plot much. 
The class ended with Ms. Winfrey giving us another assignment to work on at home, a Brief summary of the story & the themes it demonstrated. I walked down the stairs to the second floor, my art classroom was located there & it was way far from where I was. 
"Elena! Hey Elena!" I heard someone call out. 
I turned around & see Felix Griffin carrying what appeared to be my Journal. 
"I believe this is yours" he tells me while handing it over to me.
How could I have forgotten my journal? I could have sworn I put it in my backpack.

"Thanks".
"You have really nice drawings inside there" he comments. "& I think your poems are pretty fly". 
He looked into my work. 
Felix is the first one to ever take a look into my journal, & he thinks its fly. All the sudden, I get a strange feeling inside of me as I heard him say those words. I don't know why, but it feels like having butterflies in your stomach. 
"T-thank you". 
"You're welcome" He responds back. 
He leaves to his next class while I leave to mine, with that weird feeling is still hanging onto me. Why did this occur? Why is it affecting? But yet again, why should I care about it?! All he did was pick up my notebook & returned it to me, but no one had ever done that for me though. The last time I forgot something was my folder from 6th grade. It got ripped to shreds when I found it. For me, this felt...new. 

The rest of the day went smoothly. I finished my homework, ate dinner with my aunt, & started working on a new drawing. At night, however, I started having a nightmare.
I was all alone in the woods, It was covered in fog. The whole setting just looked like it came from a horror film, a Stephen King adaptation to say even further. All I could hear was the howling of the wolves and the hoots of a nearby owl. As I looked around, I came to the attention of 2 glowing eyes. I felt frightened at the very moment I saw them, leaving me with no other option but to run. I ran as fast as I could from the glowing eyes of the unknown creature. As I looked back, the eyes came closer & closer. Without realizing it, I tripped over a stupid rock.
"Damn it! it just had to be like one of those stupid horror movie cliches!".
As the creature lunged at me, I was awakened by my alarm clock.
"Great, its over" I said to myself as I woke up.
The weather has been getting colder by the minute, so it was a good thing I brought my denim jacket with me.  I could feel the winds howling with a strong breeze & notice the leaves fall down to the ground one by one, all in different colors However, the cold has become the least of my worries now that I hear more police sirens wailing throughout the city. It has gotten dangerous these past weeks, with neighborhoods getting blown up & demolished in sight. The last reported demolition occurred near mine neighborhood, in Renaissance Avenue.
Renaissance Avenue was an old area of the city that was labeled for reconstruction and remodeling. It's one of the only areas that's never been remodeled or fixed in years. It was where the Riot of '19 took place, where an anarchist made a manifestation on the streets, causing mass hysteria. According to the articles, 5 cops ended up dead & 12 of those anarchists were arrested. It coincided with the Palmer Raids conducted by the US Attorney General, when the 1st Red Scare was a thing.
Looking for potential shortcuts, Renaissance Avenue became my choice of destination. It wasn't too far from the park, but sure felt like a totally different place. As I rode in the area, I couldn't tell if the place was already damaged or worn out. The whole place was a mess, with broken glass and cracked walls found in every building. It felt and looked as empty as a ghost town; there wasn't a single person in sight. Yet, there's something out here. I began to hear loud stomps on the ground, with the streets getting colder & colder. I was getting the chills just by standing there. This was all strange to me, what is there to fear out here? there's nothing. 

"God, it's getting cold".
That's when I realized that there was something here.The ground cracked near me, leaving some sort of footprints. Footprints that lead to me. 

"No way". 

Without thinking twice, I get on my bike & run away from it. The stomps got louder and faster, chasing me through the alleys. 

"What the hell's chasing me?!".
judging from the wreckage & damage it left, this thing was an animal, a rabid animal. Trying to dodge this monster was hard, since the only thing I can see is its shadow.
the walls around the alley began cracking, dust started covering me from behind like a whirlwind. Its presence was so large that I tripped over & fell down towards the wet ground. Looking back, the invisible monster disappeared without a trace. 
"How?" I began to ponder as I looked around the grey skies.
Nobody would believe me if I told them about this. 
As I stand up, I see that my uniform has gotten dirty. 
"Wonderful".
Once I got home, I changed clothes and took the dirty ones straight to the laundromats in the apartment complex's basement. Every complex has one for every tenant. After that, I went to the apartment & began doing my homework. Most of it was easy, but the math homework was always getting up on me. Out of curiosity, I pull out the sphere. I don't know why, but I feel that there's something behind it. The closer I looked into it, I began to see some strange marks engraved in it; strange symbols of some sort. Even the amulet had some weird things on it.

"What is this thing?" I started to wonder. "What's its purpose? its meaning?".

Elena Cruz is a nerd, an outcast, and a freak to everyone around her. She has no friends, a troubled relationship with her aunt, and to top that all, a pair of strange eyes. After finding a strange amulet, supernatural occurrences start to take place in her surroundings, revealing a deadly secret hidden from reality. As dark forces look for her, Elena will have to step up as an uncalled hero to save her world from Chaos.

The girl knew, she would anyhow have to fight him, so the time was now. The time was to face him bravely and use the sword skills to the best. 
She held the metallic rod, like the sword and took deep breaths. His red eyes were now fixed on her and he smiled looking at her, walking near the stairs happily. "Hehehe....
When I cannot look at your face
I look at your feet.
Your feet of arched bone,
your hard little feet.
I know that they support you,
and that your sweet weight
rises upon them....
Your waist and your breasts,
the doubled purple
of your nipples,..... Your waist and your breasts...
the doubled purple
of your nipples...." The boy again sang happily as he started climbing the stairs. 
The girl let out a loud scream, and attacked the boy with the rod, piercing it in his arm. "ARGHHHHGH!!!" 
"huh?" The boy simply frowned a bit as he looked at the stuck rod in his arm. The girl quickly pulled out the rod and was stunned to see not a single drop of blood come out from his arm. "What....?" 
There was just a scar which was also slowly healing itself. The girl gasped in shock as she once again tried to attack the laughing boy. This time she pierced the rod in his navel, with much more force. "Arghhhhh!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs in much frustration.
The boy's naked body was now standing right in front of her, totally unharmed. The rod was still stuck in his navel and he planted his hands, straight on her arms, constantly singing the poem. "When I cannot look at your face
I look at your feet.
Your feet of arched bone,
your hard little feet.
I know that they support you,
and that your sweet weight
rises upon them....
Your waist and your breasts,
the doubled purple
of your nipples,..... Your waist and your breasts...
the doubled purple
of your nipples..." The way the boy was constantly humming the song, made the girl tremble in fear even more. 
"Leave me!!" She shrugged away his hand and ran towards the extreme edge of the first floor, in a narrow lane amidst two huge book shelves. 
"Where will you go now!?" The boy grinned as he yet again held his manhood with his hand and walked closer to her.
The girl had her back towards a large airy window and the moon beams had now illuminated there bodies. The boy's face looked even scarier and completely distorted as if changed into a different person all together. He was swinging his manhood left and right as he instantly pounced on the girl pressing his errection on her pubic region..
"AHHHHHHHH!!! AHHHHH!!! SOMEBODY SAVE ME!!!" The girl screamed at the top of her voice, near the window in much fear. 
Gothis who was now already walking away suddenly heard a scream and he instantly halted in much surprise. "Huh? That scream is coming from the library. Huh? Marigold? Is she in trouble? Oh good lord!" The boy turned back and sprinted towards the dark library, standing amidst the dark full moon night.
The wolves were howling and the owls were now hooting suddenly. Before the boy could even reach the door, thedark clouds appeared in the sky and it started to rain suddenly. Gothis looked at the sky and frowned. "The sudden clear sky is not covered with clouds but yet full moon is visible? This is not a good sign. Marigold!!" He rushed inside the library, getting completely drenched. The lightening bursted in the sky as if giving a warning to the boy.
The boy yet again heard the scream and he looked around trying to find where Marigold was. "Marigold!!! Marigoldd!!!" The boy shouted out loud, still not able to see anything in the darkness.
"I am here!! On the first floor. Please! Help me!!!" A girl's terrified voice echoed in the air and the boy quickly sprinted further inside the libraray, heading straight towards the stairs.
"Marigold!! Don't worry." The boy climbed the stairs and saw a naked man, pinning the girl to the wall. The girl's rob was thrown to the side and he was sucking her breasts hungrily, while his hands had clutched her waist with much force. The girl was shreiking and howling and her eyes lit up as she saw a boy standing near the stairs. "please.. please help me." 
"Hey you! Leave her." Gothis spoke in an angry tone, looking at the man.
Fasik suddenly left the girl and turned to look at the boy as he had recognized the voice. "You again? Have you come to take revenge for taking credit of your poems?" 
"Huh? What do you mean? Fasik?  Is that you? What... what happened to your eyes?" Gothis gaped at the boy in shock, who looked no less than a monster.
"You? What do you mean? " Marigold gaped at the  boy in much shock and ran to pick up her robe. "You.. you mean you did not write those poems?" 
"Huh? My poems?" Gothis frowned in confusion and suddenly his eyes popped open in shock, understanding the entire situation. "Don't tell me, you told her to meet you here on the name of the poems that I have been writing to her." 
"Hehe... Yes. That is what exactly, I did and you are the biggest foolish man i have ever seen. Now just get out of here and leave the girl to me." The man walked slowly towards Gothis but Gothis did not move from his place. 
"No! You leave her alone. Enough of your nonsense." Gothis's nose flared up in much anger as he looked at the girl's torn clothes. 
"I will not. Don't dare to mess with the devil. This is my last warning to you." Fasik growled in much anger, as he looked at the boy.
Gothis looked at Fasik in much concentration; who had red eyes, pale face and an very appealing personality. "You... are a beast? Oh my God!!" Girhis gasped in shock as all the rumours he had ever heard had come alive right on front of him. The made up stories, the legends, the rumours, everything was standing right in front of him.
"Yes! Now Gothis run away like a damsel and leave Marigold to me, if you love your life." Fasik hissed, and pushed Gothis backwards from his shoulders. 
Gothis quickly held the railing of the stairs, preventing himself from crashing downwards. "I am not going without takimg the girl with me." 
Gothis spoke in much confidence as he took a step ahead closer to Fasik.
"G... Gothis.. he cannot be hurt anywhere on his body. I have read about him." Marigold spoke up, in mucj distress as she yey stood still in one corner. "Leave me to my destiny. Go from here. Atleast, one of us will get to live." 
"No! Marigold. Let me prove my love to you." Gothis instantly jumped up in the air and planted a kick on his errection.
"Ahhh!!" Fasik was a little startled and was thrown on top of the book shelf, making it crash on the ground with a loud bang.
"BAAANGGGGGGG!!" 
The floor and walla rumbled as thousands of book shelves were falling one after the other, which were placed close to each other. 
"BANNNGGG!!" 
"BANGGGGG!!!" 
"Come Marigold!! Run!!" Gothis quickly held the girl's hand as they climbed down the stairs rapidly, running towards the empty hall.
But Fasik instantly picked up a few books and threw them on the both of them. One of the hard books hit Marigold's leg making her fall on the ground on the ground. 
The other hard book hit the boy's head and he too stumbled on the carpeted floor, with a loud thud. 
"Hahahaha... Do you want to read more? Take this?" Fasik threw several more books at the two of them and Gothis instantly climbed on top of the fallen girl, covering her completely. 
The books were now constantly hitting his back and head, while Marigold looked at him with teary eyes. "Move away! Don't risk your life for me." The girl tried to push away the boy, who had now held her tightly. A few blood drops fell from the boy's head and the girl gasped in shock.
She instantly touched the boy's bleeding head and sobbed in tears. Fasik had now stopped throwing the books and was now climbing down the stairs, laughing out loud. Gothis was bleeding profusely, yet not leaving the girl, while Fasik had yet again started to dance and sing like an intamed animal.
"When I cannot look at your face
I look at your feet.
Your feet of arched bone,
your hard little feet.
I know that they support you,
and that your sweet weight
rises upon them....
Your waist and your breasts,
the doubled purple
of your nipples,..... Your waist and your breasts...
the doubled purple
of your nipples..." The boy sang as he stood next to Gothis, picking him up in the air with his rob. 


This is the continuation of Vol 2, of 
"He is a Nymphomaniac" from chapter 768.

It is advised to read the first book, "He is a Nymphomaniac"
 to understand the contents of this book. 

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How will the life of the kids of your favourite characters turn out to be?

Will they have to struggle like Rose and Rhehan or will they have to fight there lineage like Kareem? 

Are they strong enough like Stefen and brainy like Raol?

Read to enjoy another heart warming and rollar coaster journey!

   Today, it is today that the lives of those little adventurers would change completely, it was today that they would go to their new homes. Margarida said goodbye to everything she liked in that orphanage, went to the garden and walked calmly all over it, trying to decorate every piece of that vast and graceful green, because it would be the last time she would see it. She went to the attic and touched the entire length of the wall, feeling the texture of each stone block and trying to keep the feeling to herself. Liliane already drew the view you will never be able to see again, drew every corner of the landscape seen through the small window of the room, not forgetting any detail, drew from each gate grid to each stone that built that floor, recreated each paper in detail a person passing by, scribbled every hair of the girls sitting on the wooden bench, made every line of the monitor's suit and every goal string that was in the field, a little further to the right side of the view.
   After Lottie returned to what would no longer be her room and Kendall saved the drawings, they headed for the train, this was real, they were going to live in Nevada! They were going to live with a family, a family that loved them. The sisters sat on the big train and sent a message to Josh, he asked the owner of the orphanage to give them his number, so we could let them know when we left and when we arrived.
   Lottie spent the trip talking, as always, she was very excited to know that she would be loved, it was never something common in these 14 years of life. Kendall was very nervous, but as always Lottie soothed her with one of her fantastic stories about Queen Carolina, her imagination enchanted Kendall.
   During the trip Kendall noticed a boy who was focused on reading sitting further ahead, he was not very tall, he had very light skin, like snow and black curly hair that contrasted with the white of his skin, his eyes resembled two small shiny emeralds. He ended up looking ahead, seeing that she was staring at him, he just smiled and returned to focus on the book, but he cannot read much since, apparently, the train had arrived at his destination.
   At the exit of the train was Josh, dressed in a white shirt and gray coat and cream trousers, he wore an old topper, and Gemma in a brown dress and her graying hair was caught in a low bun with glasses fallen slightly on the nose waiting for the sisters.
   The moment they saw those two excited girls getting off the train, a smile started to come on that couple's lips, a smile that was complete the moment the girls saw them and they smiled too. They were so moved that they just ran up to them and hugged them, throwing their bags to the floor without caring, the tears were already streaming down their faces while hugging Mendes, who contained the tears. This would be a moment that they will never forget, the day when they would be loved, the day when they could say that they have parents, the day that they stopped being alone in this world.
   -Hello girls, I'm Josh and she's Gemma, ready? - said Bernardo, breaking free of the hug.
   -Sure! We have a family! a family! - Lottie said excitedly. This would be a very important moment in the lives of the four, that was for sure.
   When they arrived at the new house they were amazed, it was a humble house, small and simple, but wonderful. The house was white with a low, dark roof, it had brick columns and the doors and windows were made of wood, it had a smaller second floor, with a small square window in the center of the floor, it must have been the attic. Outside there was a small garden with several colorful flowers, a leisure area with a grill and some wooden chairs and tables. there was a stone path leading to the entrance to the house, that place was magical!
   -I think I'm dreaming! I can only be dreaming! - says to Kendall, completely amazed looking at her new home.
   -Welcome to your new home! - Says Josh as he approaches her, along with Lottie and Gemma.
   -Home! Isn't that a wonderful word?- He says to Lottie with a radiant and contagious smile.
   The moment they passed through the door and entered the house, a small animal quickly came to bark at them.
   -So cute! It's a golden retriever right? - says Kendall petting the dog.
   -It's our Nala- says Gemma- do you have a problem with dogs? fear or allergy?
   -Not at all! They are the purest animals in the world - Lottie says bending over while smiling at little Nala.
   -Come! I'll show you the house! - says Gemma.
   The house was as beautiful inside as it was outside, the entire floor was covered with a wide light wooden floor, the living room has a large fireplace, with a TV above, a red three-seater sofa with an armchair beside it with a yellow lamp. Kendall ran her hand over the sofa, feeling the texture. In the center was a table with a stack of books. This was the most cozy room the sisters had ever seen.
   The kitchen had all the light wood furniture, a small island in the center with tall comfortable benches around it and a small counter top with a sink, leaving only an empty counter space. Next to it was a white fridge outlined by wood. The kitchen was so bright.
   At the end of the wide hallway that divided the kitchen from the living room was Josh and Gemma's room, it was dark wood, different from the rest of the house, but it didn't lose its elegance. It had a large double bed with two bedside tables beside it, an extensive four-door closet with a large bookcase beside it. There was a dressing table on the opposite wall of the bed, there wasn't much in it, but it was huge and wonderful!
   In the attic there was the sisters' room and it couldn't be more perfect! It had two single beds covered with white sheets against the wall with a big skylight over it, that night should be beautiful! There was a large closet running the length of the wall, which would probably be empty, they didn't have many clothes. There were two simple desks by the window that they had seen outside, but with the best view possible! The whole garden could be seen through that window!
   The girls packed up all their things in the room quickly, after all it wasn't much. Lottie went down to Mendes and Kendall was still in the room lying on her bed trying to mentalize the changes that had happened and those that were yet to come, Lottie was always a very social and communicative person, that joy and excitement spread to the people. Kendall was always more closed, she always expressed herself better through art, whether it be drawing, writing or playing, not that it was anti-social, but let's say she prefers to show how she is             
   Kendall decides to read her old poems, poetry has always been an important part of her life, her sister had several friends at the orphanage, but she was not so lucky and took refuge in the poems, she went through very difficult times and reading these poems she realized that was strong because she went through everything, they gave her more strength to continue.

Life was never easy when it came to the sisters Horan, Kendall and Lottie are two orphaned girls with the most beautiful hair they will see, it is as if each hair was on fire, forming a beautiful and magical flame, that people usually call it red hair. Both have marks all over their faces, as if they were an enigma waiting to be revealed, the typical freckles.
  Their parents died when they were young and from then on they lived in an orphanage. Kendall is the oldest, is a girl who is not afraid of anyone, least of all the future and throws herself headlong into the world, extremely confident, loves to explore and has an inexplicable desire to help. Lottie loves to talk and let her imagination run wild, a very dreamy person who has the ability to see something good in everything, she is a very smiling and sweet girl, she loves everything that is complicated, according to her, the harder the path, the better the treasure .
  These two sisters are finally adopted by a Nevada couple, the Mendes family. They are Josh and Gemma.
   There they will discover more about themselves and about other people, many unexpected things will be revealed and new loves begin, courageous people will open up to the world, very courageous people, our Horan.

Gu Yuexi and gang didn't linger on. Today was Ninth Young Master's birthday and he would definitely wish to have some alone time with Sis-in-law. They were not the type of people who would be insensitive to such situations.
Of course, this didn't include Xu Xianghu.
Before leaving, Xu Xianghu, who had suffered under the hands of that perverted big boss, glanced meaningfully at Sis-in-law. 
Sob sob sob, Sis-in-law you are so ungrateful. I brought Cleopatra back just for you, but you are now kicking me aside just because I have outlived my usefulness.
Wen Xinya returned Xu Xianghu's look and batted her lashes at him, as if saying: Xianghu, you did bring Cleopatra over, so you actually deserve to be bullied!
Dismayed, Xu Xianghu really felt like squatting down on the ground and drawing circles in the dirt.
Wen Xinya was full of glee.
Si Yiyan was exasperated but his eyes were still full of doting. "Don't always bully him!"
He couldn't help doubting the accuracy of Xu Xianghu's animal-like instincts. Otherwise, how did he not realize that the most sedate-looking Sis-in-law was actually the most dangerous person?
Since knowing Xinya, when did he not suffer under her hands?
"When did I bully him!" Wen Xinya pouted unhappily. Her bee-stung lips were shaped like a cherry blossom blooming as its most radiant. Two dimples also appeared on her cheeks, looking incredibly adorable.
It was just a casual remark by Si Yiyan. He didn't really intend to speak up for Xu Xianghu.
Xu Xianghu was reluctant to leave. He turned back after a couple of steps and looked at them with a lingering gaze. "Boss, remember to look at my birthday present. It's the gold-colored box on the side table. That box is pure gold…"
Before he could complete his sentence, Xu Xianghu had his mouth covered by Yueze and dragged out of the room.
Only then did Wen Xinya notice the four presents placed on the side table. One of them was a box the size of a notebook. Wen Xinya was rather curious as to what kind of gift a silly guy like Xu Xianghu would give Si Yiyan, so she reached out and took it up.
It was a deep box, and anyone could tell with just one look it was made from pure gold, with exquisite, lifelike carvings of a dragon and phoenix emblazoned across. Goodness knew where Xu Xianghu found such an extraordinary artist for the carvings.
"I finally realize the meaning of 'he who has the most wealth speaks the loudest'. Only Xu Xianghu can think of having a gift box made of gold. His taste is truly… tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk…" Wen Xinya shook her head as she couldn't help feeling disdain for Xu Xianghu's gaudy taste.
Nevertheless, thinking of that long, thick gold chain with that gold tiger pendant hanging on Xu Xianghu's neck, she realized that she should not have been surprised.
Si Yiyan's gaze fell upon the box in Wen Xinya's hands. Disdain flashed clearly across his eyes. "Mmm, what a unique taste!"
"I do wish to see what kind of present that pea brain of his managed to come up with." Wen Xinya reached out to open the box. Nestled inside was a booklet made from ivory.
The pristine white ivory glowed softly under the light. It was flawlessly smooth with not a single crack or blemish to be seen.
Wen Xinya knew that it was extremely rare to see an artifact like this delicate ivory booklet. She never imagined that Xu Xianghu would be able to come up with such an exquisite gift.
The booklet was more lustrous than any gem, more pristine than any jade. It was like the soft, delicate skin of a young girl.
The surface of the booklet was covered in intricately elegant carvings. It was so beautiful that Wen Xinya nearly suspected this was actually a gift by Gu Yuexi instead!
Si Yiyan was also somewhat astonished and raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Open it. Let's see what kind of mystery this booklet holds." 
Such a refined gift was completely out-of-character for Xu Xianghu. They would never believe that simple-minded Xu Xianghu would have had such a drastic change in personality. Hence, they still had to see the contents of the booklet before coming to a conclusion.
Wen Xinya nodded. She opened the booklet and was instantly stunned. Her face was completely flushed in an expression that was half-angry, half-embarrassed. She bit her lip lightly, accentuating the lovely and mesmerizing shape of her mouth.
Si Yiyan saw that she was looking rather strange and said in a mild voice, "Let me see it."
Wen Xinya hurriedly folded up the booklet and hid it behind her back. "It's just an ordinary booklet of poems. Nothing special."
At that moment, Wen Xinya was shooting evil thoughts at that horrible Xu Xianghu. She should have known that fool was a completely dubious character. Giving something like that as a birthday present—he really deserved a beating.
Si Yiyan could see that she was blushing furiously and her large, black eyes were flitting wildly. There was no way he believed her. "What booklet of poems? Why are you refusing to let me take a look?"
"I… I am not. It's just that there's nothing much to see here." Wen Xinya sheepishly placed the booklet back into the box and started to close it.
However, Si Yiyan quickly reached out and grabbed it. She didn't even have time to react.
Wen Xinya panicked and hurriedly tried to snatch it back. "Give it back to me. It's really just an ordinary booklet of poems. Nothing good to see there."
Just the thought of the contents in that booklet made Wen Xinya blush and feel uncomfortable all over.
"This is a present from Xu Xianghu and I would be letting him down if I don't take a good look," Si Yiyan said righteously. His smiling eyes reflected her flushed face, which was glowing and looking as radiant as a cherry blossom, enchantingly beautiful.
Wen Xinya was helpless.
Si Yiyan had already opened the booklet. Carved into it was a gorgeous illustration of erotic art. What astounded Si Yiyan was that the man and woman depicted in the erotic art were Xinya and himself.
"I told you not to look, but you insisted. I knew that Xu Xianghu is a dubious character." Wen Xinya blushed furiously. She desperately wished to give Xianghu a sound scolding.
But Si Yiyan showed extreme interest in the booklet. He carefully studied every page and couldn't help offering some critique. "I never knew erotic art carved upon ivory could be so interesting. The ivory is smooth and lustrous, akin to the skin of a young girl. The illustrations are also pretty good. There are even some appropriate verses accompanying the art. This is rather meaningful."
In the end, the gift was still very befitting of Xu Xianghu's dubious character.
Wen Xinya nearly smacked her own face. She had absolutely no desire to become a female lead in an erotic art!
"However…" Si Yiyan's face was as cold as ice and as sharp as a knife. "He's too presumptuous."
This erotic art had been tastefully done and not at all pornographic. Every image had been painstakingly carved out in lovely detail, but none of the more sensitive parts of the body had been exposed. It was artistically sexy and had no vulgar elements.
Nevertheless, Si Yiyan would never forgive him for daring to make use of Xinya as a model.


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