Chapter 85 Stubborn Sang Qing

Sang Qing didn't say anything, but the white tiger saw her in the middle of its roar.

Then there must have been a pause because it forgot to close its open mouth.

Sang Qing inexplicably found it very cute and smiled.

The white tiger reacted, then closed its mouth as if nothing had happened and lay on the ground basking in the sun.

The look that came over me before I closed my eyes seemed to say, "Stupid human!"

It's a little different from the white tiger I imagined.

Its physique is majestic and powerful, with graceful lines, and its majestic appearance cannot be concealed even when it lies down.

But the fur color is dull, except for the evenly distributed black pattern, there are gray-black spots in many white fur positions, just like the spiritual thread is polluted, giving off an evil and tyrannical aura.

If Sang Qing had seen a strange beast, he would understand that this was a precursor to complete alienation.

Sang Qing did not forget Assistant Xiao's instructions and did not try to attract the attention of an extremely aggressive beast. He just watched quietly for a while and then left.

As he passed by the garden more often, Sang Qing discovered that at noon every day, sunlight would shine on the open space of the botanical garden.

The white tiger will come out to bask in the sun, and you won’t see it at other times.

When she came, she would occasionally give her a disdainful look.

Most of the time I'm just too lazy to pay attention to her.

…

"Boss, this is what the Madam asked me to buy."

Xiong Da handed a paper bag to Shi Ying who had just returned.

Shi Ying took it without even looking at it.

As soon as I opened the door, I smelled the fragrance of mangoes in the air. No need to guess, the female Sang Qing was cutting mangoes again.

Shi Ying walked over and put the paper bag on her desk.

Sang Qing glanced at Shi Ying in confusion and opened the bag.

Then there was a scream.

"ah!"

As soon as Shi Ying sat down, a soft strip of something hit his face.

He reached out and caught it. It felt cold, soft and slippery. It was a simulated snake.

Then he looked at Sang Qing, who was in panic, huddled on the sofa, holding a pillow to cover his face.

"What are you afraid of? It's fake."

Sang Qing slowly moved the pillow away and saw clearly that what Shi Ying was holding in his hand was a black fake snake.

Then she remembered that she asked Xiong Da to buy it for her.

But she still felt uneasy and creepy, and she felt nauseous when looking at the black snake's smooth skin.

Sang Qing prepared himself mentally for a long time before slowly reaching out his hand.

Looking at Sang Qing's snail-like movements, Shi Ying moved the snake directly over.

Sang Qing was so frightened that his hands trembled, and he immediately retracted them, his voice unconsciously rising, "No! Put it away first, I'll try again next time."

Shi Ying frowned and put the simulated snake back into the bag.

Even though you are so scared, you still insist on contacting her.

The more scared I was, the closer I got. I had never seen such a strange female.

Shi Ying naturally picked up the cut mango on the table and ate a piece.

Suddenly, something flashed through my mind.

He looked at the mangoes on the plate and then moved his eyes to the paper bag on the table.

The mangoes that Sang Qing bought were about the same size every time, and the amount left on the plate was about three-quarters of a mango.

so……

This female is not enjoying the process of cutting a mango.

It's a desensitization experiment.

I want to use this step-by-step method to change my body's instincts.

So do mangoes and snakes.

Shi Ying looked at Sang Qing with a complicated expression, "Are mangoes really that delicious?"

"It's delicious, mangoes are the best! You really don't know how lucky you are." Sang Qing rolled his eyes and reached out to take the plate in front of Shi Ying.

"If you don't like it, forget it. I'll give it to Big Bear and Little Bear."

Shi Ying pulled the plate away and said, "I didn't say I didn't like it."

"Hmph!" Sang Qing snorted coldly and went upstairs angrily carrying the bag.

Shi Ying put a piece of mango into his mouth and looked at Sang Qing's back as he left, a hint of deep thought flashing across his eyes.

After dinner, the two met again in the training room.

Seeing Shi Ying boxing, Sang Qing suddenly wanted to try out whether the training during this period had any effect, so he attacked him from behind.

Shi Ying was indeed a veteran, it seemed as if he had eyes on the back of his head. He turned around and grabbed Sang Qing's slender wrist.

"Watch this!"

While he was wondering, Sang Qing's second move had already followed.

Compared to the light and fluttering attempt at the first time, this time it was obvious that he was using force.

Shi Ying's eyes narrowed, he dodged and moved to counterattack.

After just a few moves, Sang Qing was pressed to the ground by Shi Ying.

"weak."

A straightforward statement.

Just as he finished speaking, a delicate white hand climbed up to the back of his neck, and his frail body bounced up with the force.

A spin.

Bang!

Swap positions.

Sang Qing used the weight of his entire body plus the potential energy of inertia to press Shi Ying down on the yoga mat.

Sang Qing sat astride Shi Ying's waist and abdomen, with one hand across Shi Ying's neck.

"Hmph! Who said you lose if you are pinned to the ground? I told you to underestimate your enemy." Sang Qing looked down at him, raised his head slightly, and snorted coldly.

Shi Ying was stunned.

He was stiff all over.

The girl's cute voice was slightly breathless, her almond-shaped eyes were smart and cunning, and she was confident and outspoken.

The crystal beads of sweat on his forehead dripped onto his chest at the collar, causing a feeling of heat to rise.

The female sat astride his abdomen in an absolutely suppressive posture, her soft body pressing him, causing a tingling and numb feeling amidst the pain.

It was clearly a humiliating posture, but because of his uncontrollable heat, it had an indescribable flavor.

He looked up at her, his heart skipping a beat.

Sang Qing did not miss the flash of surprise in Shi Ying's eyes, which gave her a little sense of accomplishment.

Otherwise, how could she have survived the three years of the apocalypse?

In that cannibalistic era, she didn't dare to trust anyone and didn't have a long-term fixed team.

She has a weak physique and low fighting power, so she can only use all available resources.

The enemy's pity, surprise, and underestimation, even for a moment, can become her opportunity to turn the tables.

Sang Qing withdrew his hand and was about to get up from Shi Ying.

But Shi Ying grabbed his hand and threw himself forward.

After steadying himself, Sang Qing stared at Shi Ying in confusion.

Shi Ying groaned, and a dark look flashed across his eyes.

He didn't know why he held her back, he just did it subconsciously.

He pursed his lips and said in a hoarse voice: "If you treat me as a sparring partner, shouldn't you give me some compensation?"

Sang Qing was stunned. "What reward do you want?"

Shi Ying looked at her with eyes as cold as the abyss, and after a while, he said, "I want to comfort her mentally."

Sang Qing thought it was something else.

She couldn't ask for more.

"No problem." She nodded. "If you have time, you can be my sparring partner."

After Sang Qing finished speaking, her eyes fell on Shi Ying's hand holding hers.

She didn't think this posture was awkward during the fight, but now it felt wrong.

But Shi Ying's abdominal muscles make him look very comfortable when sitting.

Pooh!

What is she thinking about?

Sang Qing's face suddenly felt hot. When Shi Ying let go of her hand, she left the training room without stopping for a moment.

Back in the room, Sang Qing soaked comfortably in the bathtub.

After his mind cleared up, he began to review the fight with Shi Ying.

(End of this chapter)