It's a pity that the author only knows how to write local literature.

It was just as He Jinxing thought, Ye Lang was a stubborn person. After the shock, his first reaction was that he could not let Gou An leave like this - if there was not someone standing in the way, he might have rushed onto the stage and carried Gou An away.

In fact, he also went on stage, but the first second he stretched out his hand, the person standing in front of Gou An slightly turned sideways and looked back at him.

That look was extremely sharp, and there was a clear warning in those cold dark eyes.

Even someone as emotionally vulnerable as Ye Lang could feel the instantaneous sense of oppression enveloping his whole body.

"Alang, you have to accept defeat. Don't throw a tantrum like a child after losing the game."

He Jinxing's voice was light and sounded like a joke, but at the same time he calmly blocked his hand and lifted Gou An into his arms, with a possessive look so strong that he didn't even try to conceal it.

He still looked at Ye Lang. Unlike his usual weird or hypocritical expression, his face was calm, and he was just stating a fact calmly -

And it seemed that this fact did not make him too happy.

This message was conveyed accurately, so even the audience below the stage smelled the scent of Shura Field.

I never expected that there would be such an additional melodrama after a serious competitive game.

The two men on the stage were equally tall and handsome. Even though they were wearing completely different clothes, it was hard to tell who was more handsome and taller... When they stood opposite each other, everyone's eyes moved wildly back and forth between their broad shoulders and narrow waists. In the end, they just wanted to sigh: the gears of fate rumble, and no matter what, good days are ahead. I suggest that Miss Gou give money to He Ran when she returns, to thank him for not marrying her.

At this moment, Ye Lang, who was standing on the stage, remained silent, just lowered his eyes and stared blankly. After a while, he turned around woodenly and picked up the sword that was picked up from the sidelines. He weighed it, turned around, and pointed it at He Jinxing.

The latter raised an eyebrow.

The dark tide that had been surging in his eyes the previous second had faded away silently, and he relaxed again, even though the sword was pointing at him.

She lowered her head to look at the person in her arms who was still panting. He seemed to sense her gaze and looked up: "Why are you looking at me?"

——Look at your beloved disciple who you personally taught, holding a sword with murderous intent, ready to kill his own relatives for the sake of justice, clean up the family, and kill his master with a sword.

He Jinxing smiled and raised his hand to push aside a strand of her sweaty hair: "It's okay."

——I’ll settle this account with you when I get back.

He picked up Gou An and carried her off the stage as easily as if she were a chick. He then straightened up and showed no intention of leaving.

Gou An stood firm, looked up, grabbed the man's wrist, and used a little force. The tall man on the stage was forced to bend down and put his ear in front of her.

"What?" Gou An's voice was a little cold.

"The challenge has already been thrown in my face. There is no such thing as three times the limit. It is rude to always reject others."

"...Aren't you tired?"

"It's okay." He Jinxing finally told the truth seriously.

"Don't be so stubborn."

"…showing off? I'm not that old, am I?" He Jinxing didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "You should be the one who has a harder time. If you can do it, why can't I?"

“…”

The person who usually talks a lot was now speaking briefly and to the point. He Jinxing couldn't help but tilt his head and look at her carefully for a while out of curiosity. Only then did he notice that her breathing had not yet calmed down, and the coldness in her eyes that had been staring at Ye Lang the last second had not completely subsided...

It was like she had fought a great battle, and even though the war was over, her emotions had not yet completely come out of it.

It was because I fought for him that things turned out like this.

He Jinxing found that he was very good at brainwashing himself. He was convinced by his few words and softened his heart instantly. He couldn't help but raise his hand to pinch her face, picked up a ball of soft flesh like cotton candy, and teased her.

"Huh? Normally you shouldn't be able to get out of bed. What's wrong with you? Now that I think about it, it seems that none of us tried hard last night."

"?"

"How about tonight——"

The force on his grabbed wrist disappeared immediately, and at the same time his shoulder was pushed back onto the stage. The man was caught off guard and staggered back two steps.

He glanced at her brown eyes which had somewhat regained their normal liveliness, smiled, raised his hand and touched the tip of his nose.

Gou An glared at him fiercely.

At this time, a staff member of the manor was tactful enough to bring He Jinxing the special fencing props that he had stored here, but the man waved his hand and politely declined the tailor-made foil, and just took his fencing suit and put it on.

Because of the protective gear, his already tall figure now looked unusually burly, and the whole person standing there looked like a small white mountain.

He lazily took a public sword from the sword rack, pointed it at Ye Lang, quickly raised it, put it down, pointed it again, and dropped it -

The whole process took no more than five seconds and was done rather perfunctorily.

"Come."

He Jinxing's concise voice came from behind the protective gear.

Logically speaking, if it was bodyguard Ye Lang who challenged He Jinxing, it might be somewhat embarrassing for him to accept the challenge.

But today, Yelang is a rising new force, and it is normal for it to challenge the superior. He Jinxing was provoked twice before accepting the fight, which can be regarded as putting on enough airs.

And he always looked like he was in control.

Gou An is a girl, and her accustomed tactics are flexible and maneuverable. She has no problem with attacking, defending, and counterattacking. However, He Jinxing is different. In the eyes of people like him, only those who take the initiative to attack can grasp the rhythm of any game, and offense is the best defense.

Any defense is a prelude to waiting for death.

His moves were as disorganized as he was, and his steps were not so regular. There weren't so many rules in amateur competitions, so no one blamed him for doing anything wrong.

Because he hadn't played with this thing for a long time, he seemed a little unfamiliar with it. After some back and forth in the beginning, He Jinxing gradually regained some feel for it.

The positions of the two men began to shift from the center of the field to the direction behind Ye Lang. He defended step by step, but was still forced into a corner by the fierce attack.

——Ye Lang gradually found it difficult to resist.

Then people discovered something unusual.

Just like discussing the nail households in the shantytown with Gou Yu at the dinner table in the morning, and occasionally encountering the real residents, the elderly people who don’t say anything, and their sons or daughters who have moved out long ago cry and say “We have lived here all our lives, this is our roots” and then ask for a huge amount of money. As long as the request is not too excessive, the man will generally smile and nod and say that he is happy to cooperate.

So usually, unless it is a big occasion, He Jinxing always gives people a carefree attitude. He doesn't like to bother with things in unimportant occasions, such as the present time.

After all, there wasn't even a dollar bet before the show started.

It seemed that He Jinxing should have stopped long ago.

But he didn't.

He even became more courageous as the battle went on, pressing forward step by step, and even after Ye Lang made several defensive postures, his eyes became darker and his attacks became more ruthless.

——Of course it’s because I’m unhappy.

The gesture of raising the wrist, the misstep of avoiding, the tense posture like a cat, all of them have a sense of familiarity.

It's uncomfortable.

——This discomfort was enough to make him not relax his pursuit, and the unhappiness was churning in his chest.

The referee's voice of announcing the scores never stopped, and he was so busy that his upper lip and lower lip were almost tangled together. However, Ye Lang was no pushover either. Even though he was being forced to retreat step by step, he still seized every opportunity to try to fight back!

He finally got the chance!

He Jinxing was a little distracted during Ye Lang's counterattack. He was thinking in his mind "This posture is also very similar. How much did she teach him?", when the hard tip of the sword stabbed his shoulder heavily!

The man hissed, frowned in pain, and stood up straight the next second. He shook his wrist and raised his backhand. Amid the uproar of the audience, he once again knocked the sword out of Ye Lang's hand.

He's had enough fun.

Amidst the overwhelming applause, He Jinxing threw the flower sword in his hand away and raised his hand to rub his painful shoulder.

The intense exercise suddenly stopped, and the muscles that were tense during the game suddenly relaxed. When the soreness swept over the whole body, my legs were really a little weak.

He Jinxing felt that he really needed to take a shower and take a nap.

There is no doubt that the result of the game was an overwhelming victory for the He family's leader. You are still the king, the referee signaled both sides to do the final ceremonial movements to end the game. The king stood in the middle of the stage and raised his chin towards the stiff-faced wild dog, signaling him to hurry up and go through the process.

When Ye Lang approached, He Jinxing lifted his face shield.

The heat wave spread along with his sweaty hair, and the heat made the molecular movement more intense. If the author of the original novel had been more creative and added the ABO element, then the strong Alpha pheromone that hit him in the face might have made Ye Lang fall over.

It's a pity that the author only knows how to write local literature.

So Ye Lang experienced the second mental shock of the day, his pupils shrank, because he smelled the scent of Gou An among the sweat smell and unpleasant masculine scent of He Jinxing.

To be precise, it smells like the same shampoo as Gou An.

At this moment, the man took off his mask and his sweaty hair rolled in the air.

Ye Lang felt as if his throat was blocked, his Adam's apple was twitching, and he couldn't utter a word.

If it was just the smell that Gou An had just gotten from He Jinxing hugging her—

As if he had guessed what he was thinking, He Jinxing bowed perfunctorily and took off his fencing uniform. The hem of his short-sleeved T-shirt was piled up messily at the waist of his pants, revealing a small part of his waist and a little bit of clear shark line...

"Alang, why are you working so hard? You hit me too hard." The man smiled at him nonchalantly, pulled the collar of his T-shirt, and motioned for him to see, "It's blue."

Tired of this man's sarcasm, Ye Lang didn't bother to pay attention to him.

But the other party was determined to make him take a look, so Ye Lang took a glance out of habit, and this glance made him stunned -

Under the collar of the pulled-open white T-shirt, in addition to the bruises from the heavy blows from fencing, there was also a red bite mark.

The bite marks were deep and neat, and there seemed to be small round holes left by canine teeth... The location was ambiguous, and it was obviously impossible that He Jinxing had bitten him himself. As far as everyone knew, He Jinxing didn't have a cat.

Just like the mole on his lower back, it is an existence that cannot be explained by any pure circumstances.

——Something must have happened to them last night.

He was bitten by her.

When he got up this morning, he took a shower in her bathroom and used the toiletries she left in the bathroom, even though the smell didn't match him at all.

He even walked around the city openly with this vague and ambiguous atmosphere.

It's like showing off.

It's like showing off.

When this thought entered his mind, Ye Lang heard the sound of a platform named "Luck" collapsing.

In the dead silence, He Jinxing tilted his head to look at his shoulder, as if he had just discovered the bite mark. He paused in surprise, raised the corner of his lips, and said, "Ouch."

Pulling the collar back to a completely conservative position, the man smiled and said, "You can't see this. Excuse me, forget it."

Watching the stray dog ​​walk off the stage in silence and daze, He Jinxing raised his eyebrows silently.

So to speak.

A sense of security...

It turns out that doing it yourself is more down-to-earth.

Women are really unreliable.

After getting off the stage, Gou An stood beside him holding his coat.

Ye Lang stopped pestering her and disappeared.

He Jinxing smiled indifferently. Although he didn't know what happened at the end of the match between this wild dog and his master, he looked like he had lost his soul at that time...

But he also ruthlessly added a thoughtful bonus to this soul-running package by giving it a plane ticket to help its soul wander further.

The amount of information that Ye Lang just received on the stage is probably enough for him to digest for a while.

Reaching out to take his coat, Gou An tilted his head to look at him: "What did you show Ye Lang just now?"

"My shoulder," He Jinxing said. "He hit me so hard that it was bruised."

Gou An was stunned when he heard this, and reached out to pull his collar to see. He Jinxing dodged with a guilty look, "It's all sweat, I'll go back and take a shower."

Gou An retracted his hand and said, "Oh."

Although He Jinxing didn't seem to have the intention of inviting her, she still followed him like a little tail, walked across the corridor, crossed the artificial lake where he had thrown a room card last night, and finally came to the suite. She watched him take out a new room card from his pocket, swipe the card, and open the door.

Gou An followed him quietly throughout the whole process.

She didn't know why, but she felt that she should be responsible for the injury on his shoulder.

It was indeed she who taught Ye Lang how to fencing, and it was hard to say that it wasn't because of her that he rashly picked up a sword to challenge He Jinxing...

It's not that she is narcissistic.

In that atmosphere, even someone as slow as Tang Xinjiu pulled Zhou Yutong to ask: What are they doing? Did the bodyguard suddenly fall in love with Gou An? No one spoke until the door of the room was opened.

Gou An wanted to be the follower, so He Jinxing let her follow him. After opening the door, he even stepped aside to let her go in first.

The suite was very spacious, unlike any other guest room. It was decorated in dark colors, with a soft leather sofa. An open laptop was placed on the coffee table, and some open folders and pulled-out documents were scattered on the sofa...

Gou An found a corner to sit down, watching the man take off his sweat-soaked T-shirt with one hand and throw it into the laundry basket. She looked at him from a distance and saw that there were indeed bruises on his shoulders, as well as a red mark of unknown origin (too far to see clearly). She moved her lips, wanting to ask if she wanted to go back to the room to get some medicine for injuries...

However, the silence floating in the air allowed her to strangely maintain this silence after her struggle.

He Jinxing glanced at the man who was as quiet as a chicken.

As she looked over, he calmly withdrew his gaze and went into the bathroom.

The moment He Jinxing raised his hand to turn on the shower, the bathroom door was opened. The person who had just become mute was still mute, standing at the door holding the door handle.

The steam rose up, and the face of the man looking at me from the side became a little blurry.

Standing in front of the door, Gou An followed his face, which was soaked by the hot water, and his black hair, and moved his eyes down a distance to stop at his Adam's apple...

The wet Adam's apple rolled heavily.

She suddenly came to her senses.

He said "excuse me" and quickly stepped back.

However, after turning around and taking only two steps, a strong, wet arm grabbed him around the waist. The man's sneering voice sounded above his head: "You're just acting halfway through... Stop acting, aren't you tired?"

"Ah, my shoulder hurts so much, I can't lift it up, help me."

He tightened his arms, lowered his head, and nuzzled the tip of her ear with his lips, "You smell like sweat, too."

There was a pause.

"It smells a bit good."

Gou An felt that if she ignored him, this old guy would hold her and nag until dark, so she raised her foot, kicked the bathroom door expressionlessly, turned around and pushed him back under the shower.

(End of this chapter)