Kevin Thompson suddenly had two words pop into his mind—rouge!

Kevin Thompson quickly took a step back and gave an awkward smile, saying, "Don't get me wrong, it was just a pure hug!"

Chapter 0005 Classic Lies

Kevin Thompson was definitely a man with a normal sexual orientation, and that hug just now was indeed very pure. When he used to work at that ultra five-star hotel, most of the people he interacted with were international friends, or some famous gentlemen and tycoons. Whenever they met, whether they knew each other or not, it was usually a handshake and a hug. Over time, Kevin Thompson had come to treat hugging as a habit of communication.

But this was the Northern Song Dynasty. Here, when people met, they would just cup their hands in greeting. Things like handshakes and hugs were seen as frivolous acts in their eyes.

At first, Kevin Thompson didn't realize this, until he caught a faint scent of rouge on Henry Clark just now, and suddenly came to his senses.

Men in the Northern Song Dynasty using rouge?

There was never any record of that in the history books, and there was certainly no such thing as cross-dressers. Judging by Henry Clark's appearance, Kevin Thompson was now quite certain that Henry Clark was actually a young lady—and a flat-chested one at that.

But even so, he absolutely couldn't let it show.

"Eh? Brother Clark, why are you trembling? Are you sick? If that's the case, Brother Clark, you should go home and rest early. I have some matters at home, so I'll take my leave now." Seeing the fury on Henry Clark's face, Kevin Thompson felt extremely uneasy and turned to make his escape.

"Stop! You shameless scoundrel, today I—this young master will not be human if I don't kill you!" Henry Clark's face was flushed as she glared at Kevin Thompson. Seeing him try to run, she snatched the short sword from the servant beside her and rushed in front of Kevin Thompson. With a metallic clang, the cold blade flashed, the tip of the sword pointing straight at Kevin Thompson's chest.

Damn! Drawing a sword and attacking someone in broad daylight—do you think my Great Song doesn't have city management?

Kevin Thompson's face changed dramatically. He shrank back in fright, but still managed to squeeze out a smile, giving two big thumbs up and exclaiming, "Wow! What a beautiful sword! Could it be that Brother Clark wants to give this sword to me? Heh, that's really too much—there's a saying, 'A treasured sword is given to a hero.' I really don't deserve such an honor!"

Before he finished speaking, Kevin Thompson suddenly twisted his body and reached out his right hand to grab Henry Clark's wrist.

Sitting and waiting for death? That was never Kevin Thompson's style.

Swish, swish!

Henry Clark didn't move her feet, but her wrist flicked several times.

Kevin Thompson's vision blurred, and suddenly he felt a chill at his neck. Glancing down, he was startled to see the short sword pressed right against his throat, the cold gleam of the blade truly terrifying!

Could this—could this be the legendary chestnut technique?

"If you dare move again, I'll have your head rolling on the ground," Henry Clark said with a cold smile.

Kevin Thompson really didn't dare move, and feigned "shock," saying, "Come on, Brother Clark, what's this about? If you can't bear to give me the sword, then I won't take it. Why pull a sword on me? This is a matter of life and death! If you alarm the police—officers, that would be bad. Hurry and put the sword away, and I'll pretend nothing ever happened!"

"Still talking tough at death's door." Henry Clark snorted coldly, the sword edge pressing closer. "You lecherous scoundrel, you just took liberties with me. Today I must take your life."

"Took liberties?" Kevin Thompson opened his mouth wide in a look of surprise. "Come on, Brother Clark, you can eat the wrong food, but you can't say the wrong thing—it could get someone killed! That hug just now was out of affection, but within the bounds of propriety. How could it be called taking liberties? Besides, isn't it perfectly normal for two men to hug? I don't even have body odor, so why are you so angry?"

Kevin Thompson was afraid Henry Clark would reveal her true identity herself, so he quickly made it clear that he had no idea she was a woman—after all, ignorance is no crime.

Sure enough, when Henry Clark heard this, her cheeks flushed and her expression softened a little.

"Young master, don't waste words with this brat. Just kill him with one stroke and see how he talks his way out of it," the servant said angrily.

Damn! You little servant, so vicious—better not fall into my hands next time, or I'll show you what the top ten tortures of the Qing Dynasty are all about.

Kevin Thompson sneered inwardly, but he knew that to catch the thief, you must first catch the ringleader—the key was still Henry Clark. He said, "Brother Clark, I see you're a scholar. Surely you won't stoop to the level of those servants who only know how to eat, drink, and sleep all day." He gave the servant a disdainful glance, then continued, "If you want to kill me, at least give me a reason, so I can die with my eyes closed."

Henry Clark snorted coldly and said, "Fine, I'll let the matter of—of that go for now. But you have repeatedly insulted the current emperor, which is a crime against the throne and punishable by death. I already gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it."