Chapter 2023

“Girl, if you keep this up, you’ll hurt yourself.”

Wu Ming was retreating while hoarsely reminding, “Take a break, then fight again later, okay?”

“Why wait? Haven’t I waited enough?”

Baili Xia was already fighting with bloodshot eyes, unable to stop at all.

“I won’t hurt myself; I’ll only hurt you. Wu Ming, be careful.”

“Confidence is good, but you really need to rest now.”

Wu Ming suddenly reached out with a big hand and grasped her right hand.

He stepped forward, pressing tightly against her, not giving her a chance to continue fighting.

His eyes were deep, voice hoarse: “No more fighting. Tonight, we stop here.”

“No, this is just the beginning.” Baili Xia was unwilling to stop, suddenly swinging her left hand and striking at him again.

Wu Ming didn’t care about that strike; he was only afraid she might hurt herself.

“Girl…”

“Wu Ming, have you ever deceived me? Have you ever done anything to hurt me?” Baili Xia suddenly asked.

Wu Ming was stunned, something flashed quickly in his heart.

It was just a moment of shock, and Baili Xia’s slap already landed on his arm.

Wu Ming snapped back to reality, years of martial arts training made it an instinct, immediately using all his muscle strength to reflexively counterattack.

How could Baili Xia withstand Wu Ming’s counterattack?

The fierce force blocked her, and she couldn’t even manage a gasp before being thrown out.

“Girl!” Seeing her being flung out, Wu Ming belatedly realized who was fighting with him just now.

With long strides, he rushed forward at the fastest speed just as Baili Xia fell to the ground.

Baili Xia had already closed her eyes, bracing for the heavy fall.

Unexpectedly, halfway through, someone caught her, then rolled on the ground, reducing the impact significantly.

Baili Xia was on top, Wu Ming underneath, both fell to the ground, and Baili Xia felt her head sway but experienced no pain at all.

All the gravity had crushed onto Wu Ming.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

Ignoring their ambiguous position, Baili Xia slightly lifted her upper body, immediately lowering her head to examine his expression.

Wu Ming looked at her quietly, face emotionless, eyes filled with a tenderness she couldn’t understand.

“Are you okay? Wu Ming, say something, are you hurt anywhere?”

After being hit so hard, the main concern was internal injuries, which could be serious.

Wu Ming still shook his head, then spoke lightly: “With your weight, how could you injure me?”

As he spoke, Baili Xia finally felt relieved.

She angrily let out a breath, glared at him, and complained: “If you’re fine, why didn’t you say so earlier? You scared me.”

Placing her hands on his chest, she intending to lift herself.

She realized that Wu Ming’s iron arms were still wrapped around her waist, not letting go.

“Let go, I can’t get up.” She gently pushed him.

Their bodies pressed tightly together, creating an indescribable awkwardness.

Scenes of the act staged at Youyang Pavilion for confronting Nangong Yun flashed back in her mind.

Baili Xia’s small face blushed, feeling more uncomfortable.

“You scoundrel, let go.”

The man beneath showed no sign of letting go, still holding her waist tightly, with a hoarse tone carrying a touch of complex emotion.

“You’re finally back to being that mischievous girl again.”