Nangong Yehen stared sharply at Chu Lingzhi. "Of course I know what I'm doing!"
"You're just venting your emotions!"
"Why not?" The man raised an eyebrow, displeased as he looked at her.
"I don't want to be a tool!" Chu Lingzhi snapped.
"You can't stop me from doing what I want!"
Scorching heat sprayed onto her face like fire, making Chu Lingzhi feel as if her cheeks were burning.
"Is that so? Let's try then." Chu Lingzhi bent her knee, aiming a kick at his vital area between his legs.
Nangong Yehen had anticipated this move. As her knee came in, he sprang away like he'd stepped on a spring.
Damn woman!
His face darkened as he lunged again to subdue her.
Chu Lingzhi quickly got up, her body agilely dodging Nangong Yehen's grasp.
Nangong Yehen was startled by her swift movements. He withdrew his hand, facing her. "You've trained?"
Chu Lingzhi retorted irritably, "Trained in what?"
Nangong Yehen didn't want to waste words with her. He raised his hand, fingers like eagle claws, striking toward her throat.
In the darkness, that tall figure exuded deadly killing intent.
Chu Lingzhi kept retreating, evading his vicious grip.
Then she dodged swiftly, her elbow slamming hard into Nangong Yehen's arm.
Nangong Yehen's eyes darkened. He curled his lips and countered, aiming for her waist.
Chu Lingzhi jumped nimbly, as if stepping on a viper, easily dodging the hand reaching for her waist.
After a few exchanges between the man and woman, Nangong Yehen stopped.
He stood there, a faint, elusive smile curling at the corners of his mouth. "Didn't expect you to have such decent skills."
"What skills? I'm just improvising." Chu Lingzhi lifted her chin, like a proud little peacock.
"Quite the improvisation. Looks like I'll have to thoroughly investigate you."
Hearing this, Chu Lingzhi's heart sank. She quickly said, "What's there to investigate? I just learned Tai Chi and Wing Chun from a senior in school."
Nangong Yehen smiled faintly. Her erratic moves were Tai Chi and Wing Chun?
With steady, graceful steps, he approached her, a hint of allure in his eyes. "What now? I'm getting more and more interested in you."
Chu Lingzhi chuckled. "Better if you fall in love with me."
With a long arm, he pulled her back into his embrace.
His strong, solid chest held her small, soft body, the atmosphere growing intimate.
He pinched her chin, lowered his head, and gazed deeply at her with a half-smile. "That depends on whether you can make me fall in love."
"I'm not interested in you." He was the one who said he was interested; she never had.
Nangong Yehen snorted. "Liar."
"Master Nangong, let me ask you something." Chu Lingzhi smiled seductively, her small hand fiddling with his collar, exuding a certain charm.
"Go ahead."
"Why does my son call another woman 'Mom'?"
Nangong Yehen's eyes darkened at the question.
The back of Chu Lingzhi's hand brushed against his collarbone, and she felt his body stiffen.
Hmph, so he and Ouyang Ruobing really did have something going on.
Chu Lingzhi looked up, beaming brightly, even more captivating under the light. "Is she the woman you love?"
Nangong Yehen's gaze grew deeper as he stared at her silently. After a long pause, he suddenly smiled, his whole face as handsome as the moonlight tonight.
"Are you jealous?"
"Yeah, my jealousy jar's about to tip over."
"..." The man raised an eyebrow, his gaze on her deepening.
Her face darkened. "I carried my son for ten months, and he calls someone else 'Mom.' How could I not be jealous?"