Thinking of this possibility, Duobao turned his head to look at Xie Zhinuan again.
He didn't quite understand women, since he had never really come into contact with them.
It wasn't that no women had thrown themselves at him, sending him secret admiring glances, it was just that he had always ignored them.
Women, many a time, represented trouble, often crying, shedding tears, or threatening to commit suicide.
When he first met Xie Zhinuan, she was as he had known other women to be, soft and fragile; he had much disdain for her.
Because of this disdain, there was a lack of respect.
Even when he failed to complete his tasks well and was assigned to serve at Xie Zhinuan's side, he still did not take her seriously, until yesterday, when he was defeated in three moves and had a sword pointed at his throat...
