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"Um... Ah..." The rosy little mouth let out a sweet moan, causing Yan Yulong to feel intoxicated. He intensified his sucking on the delicate neck, one hand exploring to his chest, twisting and kneading the small, perky nipples.
"Ah!" Xia Xihe gasped as if shocked. "Don't... don't... it hurts..."
"Hurts?" Yan Yulong squeezed his fair chest with both hands, pushing the two rosy fruits together and extending his tongue to lick them.
"Wow!" Xia Xihe laughed and squirmed. "It feels... so sour~~"
"Is it sour or painful?"
Yan Yulong grinned mischievously, unbuttoning his shirt and pressing his solid chest against Xia Xihe's, stimulating the hardness in her chest further. He groaned softly, passion clouding his eyes, his face growing even redder.
Yan Yulong's desire surged higher as he leaned down, fervently kissing Xia Xihe, his hot tongue invading her mouth. Xia Xihe pressed her fists against his shoulders, feeling weak all over from the kiss.
Yan Yulong's hand moved to her waist, preparing to unbuckle her belt—
Suddenly, the slippery object blocking his lips was pulled away, and his hand resting on the belt froze. Xia Xihe opened her eyes to see Yan Yulong glaring menacingly at a nearby flower bed.
Yan Yulong picked up a bottle of barley tea beside him and slowly stood up. Xia Xihe gathered her clothes, confused as he assumed a throwing stance.
Yan Yulong aimed at a direction and swung his arm—whoosh! The bottle arced through the air and thudded into the flower bushes.
"Ah~~~!!!" Several girls popped out from the flowers, drenched in tea.
Xia Xihe looked at them in surprise: "Is it you guys?"
Yao Jialin shook off the tea from her sleeves unwillingly, while Tang Yongjun, with a face full of grievance, took out a handkerchief to wipe his hair. Zhen Huiqi hurriedly lifted her skirt to wipe the digital camera in her hands.
Yan Yulong walked towards them with a fierce expression, causing several girls to scream and flee. He grabbed Zhen Huiqi, who was running last, and pulled her back like a small chick.
"What is this?" he stared at her camera, and Zhen Huiqi forced a smile.
"Uh... it's nothing... just bored, took a few photos..."
Yan Yulong snatched the camera from her and began to check it.
The pictures were all of him and Xia Xihe together—some showed him sleeping against her, some captured them kissing in the classroom, and others depicted them eating together. Even the intimate moments from earlier were not missed.
As Yan Yulong looked at those photos, an inexplicable fire ignited in his eyes. Zhen Huiqi knew she was in deep trouble and kept casting desperate glances at Xia Xihe for help.
Receiving the signal, Xia Xihe hurried over.
Yan Yulong held the camera and spoke in a low voice, "Did you take all these?"
"Yes..." Zhen Huiqi nodded in terror.
Yan Yulong suddenly reached out a hand, causing Zhen Huiqi to scream and cover her head. Xia Xihe anxiously shouted, " Mr.Yan —"
Slap! Yan Yulong patted Zhen Huiqi's shoulder and leaned closer to her, saying, "You took some really good shots."
Zhen Huiqi and Xia Xihe were both stunned.
Yan Yulong pointed at the camera and said, "After you go back, send me the photos."
"Oh..." The development of events was too strange, and Zhen Huiqi had no idea how to react; she could only nod foolishly. Yan Yulong handed the camera back to her and asked, "Do you have paper and a pen? I'll give you my email."
"Oh, I have..." Zhen Huiqi obediently took out a pen and a notepad. After Yan Yulong wrote down his email address, he waved goodbye to her.
Zhen Huiqi, holding the camera and the note, floated away like a ghost.
Xia Xihe stood there in a daze when Yan Yulong suddenly turned around and asked, "Are they your friends?"
Xia Xihe was taken aback for a moment but quickly nodded. Yan Yulong grinned and said, "Interesting." After saying that, he pulled Xia Xihe back to the dining table.
"Do you want to continue?"
It was rare for him to ask for Xia Xihe's opinion. She blankly asked, "Continue what..."
He realized halfway through his own sentence and quickly shook his head vigorously.
Yan Yulong shrugged nonchalantly, "Then forget it; there will be plenty of opportunities in the future."
No way... What opportunities are there... Xia Xihe felt a chill in her heart.
"Um... can I..."
"Can you go back to class?"
He said the first half, and Yan Yulong guessed the second half. Xia Xihe quickly nodded, and Yan Yulong generously nodded his head: "Then you can go back."
After receiving permission, Xia Xihe hurriedly said "thank you" and ran back to the classroom as if escaping.
On Saturday, at ten thirty-five in the morning, a cobalt blue Honda CBR900R motorcycle sped into the martial arts gym located in the bustling city.
The motorcycle stopped in an area designated for parking. Yan Yulong, dressed in black leather and wearing fingerless gloves, got off the bike, took off his helmet, and let his soft black hair flow in the sunlight, shining brightly.
Two girls in Karate Gi were carrying water buckets, chatting and laughing as they walked by. Yan Yulong called out to them: "Excuse me, where is the Dojo?"
Seeing such a handsome boy, the two girls couldn't help but blush and stammered while pointing in a direction: "It's... over there..."
"Thanks." Yan Yulong walked toward the building they indicated, while the two girls watched his tall figure with admiration.
Before Yan Yulong reached the door, he heard shouts of "Ha! Ha!" coming from inside the Dojo.
He arrived at the entrance to find about thirty people scattered throughout the more than one hundred square meter Dojo, all dressed in white Karate Gi.
Some people are practicing sparring, while others are standing in place practicing their kicks, and a few are kicking a sandbag on the other side.
Yan Yulong quickly spotted the petite figure in the crowd—
Xia Xihe, without her glasses, exuded an intimidating aura. She assumed a fighting stance, fully focused on the sandbag in front of her.
Master Tan, with his bristly beard, pointed at the red circles printed on the sandbag and said, "You need to use a back spinning kick and a jump kick to hit these targets. Do you understand?"
"Yes!" Xia Xihe replied loudly to boost her confidence.
"Get ready, start!"
Xia Xihe executed a fierce move, spinning to kick the target, then quickly jumped up to strike the red circle above the sandbag, sending it flying.
The two movements were seamless and fluid, leaving no gaps.
This little one has some impressive skills... Yan Yulong whistled and was about to step in. The young instructor Master Zhang, who was coaching the students nearby, saw him and walked over to block his way.
"Who are you looking for?"
Yan Yulong glanced at the man who was half a head shorter than him and casually replied, "I'm looking for my wife."
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