"Hey... I finally managed to heal your wound last night, do you want it to reopen?" Si Qiao lightly leaped and landed silently behind him, chattering like a housekeeper.
"I want to take a shower!" Qi answered her in a hoarse voice, but unexpectedly, he was annoyed that he had such a strange feeling after last night.
Startled by his sudden response, Si Qiao stumbled forward, but fearing she might injure Qi in front of her, she twisted her waist to change direction and landed on a nearby sapling.
"Oh my..." When Si Qiao looked over in surprise, she quickly changed from grimacing to leaning back in a flirtatious manner. After covering up her embarrassment with a light cough, she pretended to advise, "Um... it's too cold. Soaking in cold water is not good for your wound to heal. It will be troublesome if you catch a cold."
Qi did not refute her, his gaze sweeping over her swollen big toe, secretly wondering if the pain was enough to stop her from following him and openly watching him take a shower.
After he was completely submerged in the water, Si Qiao sat on a rock by the stream, revealing her fair and beautiful calves. She soaked her stinging feet in the cool stream water to relieve the pain, while looking at his lean body and wondering if she should get him a pair of shoes.
She hated wearing shoes since she was little, so her older brother forced her to master light-body skills. That's why her feet are still so fair and delicate. Older brother...older brother...is he alright?
A faint melancholy crept onto her brow as she looked up at the carefree fish in the water. How wonderful it would be to be like them, completely free from human worries.
A splashing sound arose, and she looked in the direction of the sound to see Qi emerging from the stream, wearing wet clothes that had been soaked clean.
Si Qiao immediately tiptoed to his side and reached out to support him, asking with concern, "Are you cold?"
Qi almost rolled his eyes at her, though he didn't say anything, he cursed her inwardly for asking such a pointless question.
The two supported each other as they slowly walked back to the cave. Qi dried his clothes while trying to heal his injuries with his internal energy; Si Qiao frowned and rubbed his injured toe, all the while muttering to himself.
"You heartless bastard! People have been taking care of you day and night, and now that they've injured their foot, you haven't even asked them how they are doing!"
But he didn't dare to actually yell it out loud, which would have disturbed his luck.
Five days later, Qi's injuries were fully healed. The two spent a day finally leaving a dense forest and setting foot in the populous town of Baping.
After checking into an inn, Qi's men immediately contacted him, saying with relief, "Vice Leader, you're finally back! The brothers have been searching for you for half a month."
Qi Wei hummed in response but didn't say anything. What was the rush? Anyway, even if he died, the gang still had hundreds of assassins.
When the subordinate saw the woman beside the deputy gang leader, he also respectfully called her "Miss Qiao". Ever since the news spread that the deputy gang leader had sworn an oath before the Holy Spirit, her status had changed dramatically, and she was now treated like the future gang leader's wife, so he could not be negligent.
The next day, without waiting for anyone to arrive, Qi insisted on taking a boat home, and Si Qiao followed him closely.
After Qi returned to the gang, his life was no different from before, except that Si Qiao followed him around. However, Si Qiao's tracking skills were far beyond his expectations. No matter where he hid, she would find him quickly. This completely ignited his rare competitive spirit, and thus, the drama of chasing each other between the two began.
"The Lone Star of Charming Beauty"—this was the nickname given to them in the martial arts world for their inseparable bond. She loved this feeling of being tied to him; at least in the eyes of the world... they were a couple.
But the good times didn't last long, because You Shuyao died.
It is said that Qi witnessed it firsthand, watching helplessly as the woman he loved died in front of him, and her body was taken back to the mansion by her husband's family.
After returning to his residence, he went berserk, ordering twelve elite subordinates to fight him simultaneously. It has been a day and a night now, nine of them have been crippled, but the fighting continues. As long as he doesn't stop, no one dares to.
Si Qiao sat there silently, watching Qi Yi, dressed in white, flutter in the air, as if stopping meant certain death. A short while later, a scream rang out, followed by a figure being sent flying like an arrow.
No! She couldn't let him continue to harm innocent people. She leaped forward and intercepted his attack on his remaining two subordinates.
She had never faced Qi in person, but she knew he was extremely skilled in martial arts and that she might die at his hands this time. However, she knew she had to stop him to prevent him from dying from exhaustion.
Ke Qi had gone mad; he had no idea what he was doing. Si Qiao unleashed the lightness skill she had practiced since childhood, enveloping Ke Qi like a swirling vortex. Her speed was so great that no one could even touch her shadow. No wonder Ke Qi had been unable to shake her off for so long.
With his eyes closed, Qi was no longer affected by the dazzling flying shadows. His moves were steady and powerful, using slowness to overcome speed. Each move locked down Si Qiao's escape route, making her restrained and unable to pass by him as smoothly as flowing water.
With a sharp cry, Si Qiao leaped into the air, her toes striking various pressure points on Qi's chest. He retreated step by step, then suddenly let out a muffled groan as he grabbed Si Qiao's jade-like foot that was attacking his chest. Just as he was about to break her leg bone, she raised her other foot and kicked his elbow and abdomen. Qi only hesitated for a moment before Si Qiao's hands wrapped around his neck like snakes, her delicate body pressing tightly against his chest. Now it was as if Qi was holding one of her feet with one hand, pulling her into his embrace.
Si Qiao knew perfectly well that he was severely exhausted from fighting for a day and a night; otherwise, how could he have given her an opportunity to take advantage of him?
Qi was stunned on the spot, and his subordinates around him were also astonished by the extremely ambiguous scene before them.
"Brother Qi!" Si Qiao called softly, then kissed his lips with a soft moan. Her small hands, through the act of embracing him, continuously massaged the tense muscles in his shoulders and neck, while simultaneously channeling warm and gentle internal energy from her fingertips, hoping to ease the sadness he couldn't release.
A blank look flashed across Qi's eyes at first, then he responded to her frantically, as if possessed. The endless pain, through the intertwining of their lips and tongues and their fierce touch, flowed into her heart, where it was shared and devoured.
Snowflakes began to fall heavily from the sky, covering their bodies as they embraced each other obliviously, blurring the surrounding scenery and making it difficult to see clearly!
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