Hu Yannan felt Shan Xiaoya’s resistance, knowing he couldn’t force her. He suddenly increased his grip, pulling her body close. Almost greedily, he inhaled her fragrance, then released her. Everything happened so quickly it seemed unreal.
Shan Xiaoya felt a suffocating tension; then air rushed back into her body, and the physical restraint vanished. But she knew it wasn’t. Shan Xiaoya awkwardly blinked. “General, I’ll take my leave now.” She fled in embarrassment from the study.
Hu Yannan watched her back, revealing a bitter smile. He shouted outside: “Come here!”
Two guards entered.
“From today, your task is to protect my wife. You must not let her suffer any harm, nor let her leave your sight. Understood?”
The two guards simultaneously cupped their fists: “We obey!”
“You may go,” Hu Yannan waved them away. The two disappeared from the study.
Two people stared at each other for a while, simultaneously lifting their feet. Shan Xiaoya raised her right foot, while Zhao Yeqing raised her left foot, and both took a step sideways simultaneously. The two opposing figures stopped again. Shan Xiaoya impatiently raised her head and glared at Zhao Yeqing, who brazenly stared back. They unexpectedly shouted at each other simultaneously: “Are you going to move or not?”
Momentarily stunned, Shan Xiaoya was the first to extend her right hand, making a gesture of invitation. With a strange tone, she said: “I’ll let you go! You go first!”
Hearing her insincere words, Zhao Yeqing’s anger intensified. This time, he wanted to teach this shortsighted person a lesson.
Zhao Yeqing’s large hand pushed towards Shan Xiaoya without mercy. She nimbly took a step back, dodging his sudden hand. She said dissatisfiedly, “I already let you go first, so why are you trying to hit me?”
Zhao Yeqing spoke almost like a ruffian: “I’ll hit you. What are you going to do about it?”
As he spoke, his hand swung towards Shan Xiaoya’s face. Shan Xiaoya quickly lowered her head to avoid his hand, and as she stood up, her right foot launched a counterattack, kicking towards Zhao Yeqing’s head. Zhao Yeqing didn’t move his foot, only slightly shifting his waist to dodge her kick, then stood straight and struck a palm towards Shan Xiaoya’s chest.
