"Yo-ho," Jiang Cheng smiled. "Those are your words."
"I haven't been drinking today." Qiu Yihe took a stance, her expression changing. "Be careful; I won't be showing any mercy today. On the contrary, if I win, you'll do whatever I say! Be serious... lest I hurt you and you go home crying to your mama."
Jiang Cheng was a bit helpless. "Quite the big talk. Don't cry later when I'm spanking your butt."
Qiu Yihe didn't answer; her face flushed as she threw a kick.
This kick was fast and fierce, carrying the anger she had been bottling up all day.
Jiang Cheng sidestepped to dodge. This time, he didn't just block without retaliating.
The two began trading blows in the corridor.
It was clear that Qiu Yihe was truly taking this seriously this time.
Her fists rained down like drops of water, each one carrying the sound of whistling wind.
Her fundamentals were very solid; her background as the eighth-place finisher in the National Games was no joke.
Fortunately, for over a month now, Jiang Cheng had been practicing with Xia Li whenever he had free time.
What she taught were lethal techniques meant for the battlefield.
So, Jiang Cheng's skills were now much better than they had been back in Chengdu.
Jiang Cheng blocked while asking, "What's wrong with you?"
"Can't I just be annoyed with you?"
Another punch.
"Scumbag!" she cursed.
Jiang Cheng parried her fist. "You must have a misunderstanding of the word scumbag, right?"
Qiu Yihe's punches and kicks grew faster, as if she were striking out all the words she'd been holding back: "For her, you traveled all the way to the border, used the Old Master's connections, and even alerted Uncle Zhou... You're really good to her."
"Uh, so you're jealous?"
"Hmph, is she just like me? You help her, and then... you two..."
Seeing her panting with slightly red eyes, Jiang Cheng spoke up, "No, you're different from her. She did indeed want to... just now... but I refused..."
Qiu Yihe was stunned for a moment, her movements slowing by half a beat.
"You... refused?"
Jiang Cheng nodded. "Yeah, I refused before you arrived..."
"Then where were your hands just now?" she asked through gritted teeth.
"Uh, subconscious action."
Qiu Yihe rolled her eyes.
"Such a good opportunity, why didn't you do it just now?"
"Why would I have to do it just now?"
After Jiang Cheng asked back, he silently added in his heart, "I can do it tomorrow..."
Qiu Yihe's voice carried a hint of sarcasm. "Aren't you the type who wants something in return for doing anything?"
"Hey, hey, hey, when was I ever like that? I'm just a bit 'warm-hearted.' How could you think of me like that..."
This statement left her a bit confused.
She frowned and glared at him. "Did you forget? When I asked you for help, why didn't you say 'there's no need to do it right now'?"
The corridor fell silent for a second.
Jiang Cheng looked at her and suddenly smiled.
"You're different."
Three words.
Very light, yet very heavy.
Qiu Yihe's heart skipped a beat. "What's different?"
"When I see you, I can't help myself..."
Logically, these were frivolous words, but Qiu Yihe's fist relaxed.
Her movements slowed down, and her strength faded. That pent-up anger she had just now suddenly vanished.
Qiu Yihe: affinity value +5!
Holy crap!
So this is the kind of talk girls want to hear?
Jiang Cheng instantly understood. She was the kind of girl who would call you a beast while being pinned to the bed but secretly enjoy it in her heart.
This is great, just great~~
"For others," Jiang Cheng suddenly spoke, his voice lowering, "my tolerance is very high."
He paused and took a step forward.
"But for you, my tolerance is very low."
The more bluntly he spoke, the more erratic Qiu Yihe's breathing became.
She should have cursed him. She should have punched him and said, "Don't give me that crap."
But she couldn't suppress the corners of her mouth.
Just a tiny bit, they curled up slightly before she quickly tightened them again.
But in that instant, the coldness in her eyes completely vanished, replaced by something bright, like a tiny flickering flame being lit.
Qiu Yihe: affinity value +5!
Qiu Yihe: affinity value +5!
The affinity value that had just dropped to 75 points had now returned to 90.
"You... don't give me that crap. Don't think I'll believe you." Although her eyes were still glaring at Jiang Cheng, her voice had softened, lacking any lethality.
The two traded a few more blows.
But this time, Qiu Yihe's punches were clearly not as fast.
Jiang Cheng noticed it.
Her movements began to lose form. She threw a side kick; the power was still there, but the angle was off.
Logically, such a low-level mistake shouldn't have happened to her.
So, this girl is taking it easy on me?
As this thought flashed through his mind, Jiang Cheng's hands didn't stop.
He sidestepped, seized her ankle with his hand, and pulled her toward his chest.
Qiu Yihe's center of gravity shifted, and she tumbled forward.
Jiang Cheng's other hand caught her waist, and he gave her a gentle spin.
Her back hit the wall, and she was pinned between the wall and his body.
This series of movements was too smooth.
So smooth it was as if she had intentionally crashed into his arms.
With her reaction speed, she should have adjusted her center of gravity the moment her ankle was caught.
But she didn't.
Now Jiang Cheng was absolutely certain.
This girl was... doing it on purpose.
At this moment, Qiu Yihe looked up, her eyes bright and the corners of her mouth slightly curled, yet she was still being stubborn: "You cheated."
"How did I cheat?" Jiang Cheng asked.
"You... your words distracted me."
Looking down at this stubborn woman in his arms, he suddenly found it a bit amusing.
"A loss is a loss; what's with the excuses?" He followed the path she provided.
Qiu Yihe glared at him, but there was no fire in those eyes, only a thin layer of mist, incredibly bright. "I'm not convinced."
While her mouth said she wasn't convinced, her body remained motionless, leaning into his embrace.
The corner of Jiang Cheng's mouth curled up.
This girl's 'not convinced' probably translated to'say a few more sweet words.'
But he didn't say anything more.
His hand moved from her waist and gave her butt a smack.
"It's no use even if you're not convinced."
*Slap.*
The sound wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet corridor.
Qiu Yihe froze entirely, her face instantly burning red, spreading from the base of her ears all the way to her neck.
"You—!"
"I said if you lose, I get to spank you." After saying that, Jiang Cheng directly carried her over his shoulder into the room.
"What... what are you doing?"
"What do you mean what am I doing? Didn't you say if you lost, I could do whatever I wanted?"
After saying that, Jiang Cheng had already closed the door.
As the 'click' of the lock sounded, Qiu Yihe's half-resisting voice came from inside: "Ah, let go of me, don't take off my clothes, I can still fight..."
Just as she finished speaking, there was another crisp slap.
"What? Can't handle losing?"
"Who can't handle it? You little piece of trash, you launched a sneak attack... If I make a single sound tonight, I'll..."
Before she could finish, Qiu Yihe let out a sharp gasp.
"Why are you sucking so hard?"
"Oh, it just fits perfectly in one mouthful, I couldn't help myself..."
"Wait, ah~~ Jiang Cheng, don't think that just because you won this time you can sit on me and do whatever you want. Just you wait; next time when I win, I'm definitely going to sit on your head and take a dump and a pee..."
"Don't wait. How about I give you the chance to sit on my face right now?"
"Ah..."
"Since you're not sitting, then I'll sit first..."
"Ah, Jiang Cheng, don't block my mouth..."