Qiu Yihe was already feeling a bit weak after using her ultimate ability.
Hearing those words just as she caught her breath, a wave of heat instantly rushed to her face.
On one hand, she felt that she really was a bit weak; on the other, she was anxious about the consequences of giving away her First Blood.
After all, this was her debut, and she still cared about it to some extent in her heart.
But at this critical juncture, what else could she do?
Could she really return to the city halfway through?
If she really did that, she felt that Jiang Cheng probably wouldn't take her along next time.
As Jiang Cheng said, he wasn't short of women to play games with.
Qiu Yihe bit her lip, closed her eyes, moved her character close to Jiang Cheng, and firmly cast all her shields onto him.
She spoke in a low voice: "Um... wait a moment..."
Although she didn't refuse, Qiu Yihe decided to hold on for a bit longer at this temporary critical moment.
Taking advantage of the fact that the situation wasn't that dire yet, she actually started walking toward the jungle area.
Perhaps it was due to the previous 'chicken' teaching session in the Sunroom.
Jiang Cheng silently marveled: "As expected of the eighth-place finisher in the Women's National Games."
Given time, she should be able to surpass some of the other Girls around him.
For a novice,
having the courage to take the initiative and 'try' was already a very rare thing.
Soon, seeing that her health had recovered a bit, Jiang Cheng told her to keep up and stay close to him.
They began the serious business of pushing towers.
Seeing her silent agreement, the corner of Jiang Cheng's mouth curved up.
He held the wrist of the hand she used to press the phone and gently guided it: "Relax, just stay close and follow."
Jiang Cheng's palm was warm, and he didn't let go of her wrist.
This action helped ease the tension in Qiu Yihe's heart.
Although her fingers felt a bit weak, they still followed Jiang Cheng's rhythm with precision.
Seeing her biting her lip with reddened eyes,
Jiang Cheng reached out and stroked her smooth hair.
"It's okay, just wait patiently for a while, and we'll be able to fight together soon..."
Qiu Yihe's originally tense state also began to relax.
After waiting patiently for a period of time, Qiu Yihe began to respawn.
The mode began to change.
The two of them were pressed together halfway, and on the phone screen, the shadows of the two little characters overlapped until it was hard to tell who was who.
Seeing that the arc of Qiu Yihe's cooperation had become smoother, Jiang Cheng felt relieved.
"Don't push your hand around randomly; it will affect my rhythm."
After receiving the instruction, Qiu Yihe began to adjust her breathing to match his operations.
Their touching shoulders felt warm, and even their breathing gradually synchronized.
During a mid-game Dragon pit team fight, the five opponents focused their fire on Jiang Cheng's Marksman.
Qiu Yihe's Healer seemed to be attached to him, seamlessly chaining heals, shields, and slows.
Even when she was controlled by the enemy, she didn't panic in the slightest.
She knew Jiang Cheng would definitely protect her.
Sure enough, Jiang Cheng used the momentum from that heal to counter-engage and cut through the backline. With a few moves, he cleared out the damage dealers, then immediately turned back to break her crowd control, pulling the low-health Healer into his character's embrace.
He leaned down to her ear and gave her earlobe a light bite.
From the dragon pit to the middle lane, then from the high ground to the crystal, wherever Jiang Cheng's Marksman went, Qiu Yihe's Healer followed.
During the final push on the crystal, the opposition resisted desperately.
All their skills were thrown at Jiang Cheng, and he saw Qiu Yihe biting her lower lip hard.
Jiang Cheng spoke: "Be good, follow me and I'll keep you safe."
Qiu Yihe's Healer stayed right in the thick of it the whole time, pressing healing skills almost continuously, the healing light wrapping the two of them up airtight.
Their hands were locked together, palms touching, fingers entwined, arms pressed tightly against each other, their bodies almost merging into one.
The second before the crystal shattered, Jiang Cheng's Marksman turned back and gently brushed against the Healer, like a touch, but more like a fusion.
The moment 'Victory' popped up on the screen, he set both phones aside, reached out to wrap his arm around Qiu Yihe's waist, pulled her into his embrace, and leaned down to kiss her lips.
The kiss was gentle and lingering, carrying the satisfaction of having just finished a hearty battle.