Yang Fei looked at her rosy lips, which were tender and translucent, giving them an agate-like appearance.

His heart stirred with tender emotions as he embraced Su Yinxue and sighed deeply.

In the distance, the beacon lights on the river added a unique warmth and romance to the melancholic night.

They also stretched the figures entwined with each other, casting shadows that were exceptionally beautiful.

Su Yinxue was different from Zhang Lifang.

She seemed like a fragile porcelain doll; any action from Yang Fei could hurt her sensitive heart.

After all, this girl with a frosty exterior and a fragile heart had borne too much sorrow and suffering for over twenty years.

Any rough action could easily repulse her.

A few minutes later, when the evening breeze grew colder, Yang Fei whispered by Su Yinxue's ear, "Shall we go back to the car?"

Yang Fei's hand gently caressed Su Yinxue's shoulder as he opened the car door for her.

However, when Yang Fei's large hand touched her shoulder,

Su Yinxue's body suddenly arched upward and stiffened, like a snake in the winter snow.

The next second, she violently broke free from Yang Fei's embrace and curled up on the back seat of the Range Rover.

Her body was convulsing violently, her gaze scattered and crazed.

Su Yinxue's hands clawed wildly as she screamed shrilly.

"Don't touch me, please, don't..."

Yang Fei was stunned.

No matter what, he didn't expect

that Su Yinxue would suddenly have an outburst at such a sweet and romantic moment.

She became somewhat hysterical, frenzied and out of control.

"Yinxue, what's wrong..."

Yang Fei tried to move a little closer to Su Yinxue, hoping to embrace her.

However, as soon as Yang Fei approached, she became tense again.

Su Yinxue continued to convulse, tearing away with two hands, her voice desperate and fragile.

"Don't come any closer..."

Yang Fei watched Su Yinxue in a daze, completely perplexed by her unusual behavior.

Su Yinxue still held a defensive posture, her eyes dazed and blank.

Yang Fei sighed and raised his hands.

"Alright, alright, I won't touch you. Calm down, please don't hurt yourself."

After speaking, he got out of the car and closed the door behind him.

Yang Fei looked into the distance, the river roared and the navigation lights twinkled, his mood extremely complex.

Any man would be understandably irritable and annoyed at this time.

Yet Yang Fei could understand Su Yinxue well.

Any girl constantly living in an environment where danger and persecution are imminent,

her psyche constantly on edge without a sense of security,

is bound to develop psychological issues.

Su Yinxue's condition was somewhat akin to a phobia of contact with the opposite sex.

This problem has much to do with one's upbringing and family factors.

Thinking of Su Yinxue's father, Yi Jun'an, that frivolous old man, Yang Fei began to understand.

He clenched his fist, vowing silently.

"Damn it, that old white-face is really nothing good."

Yang Fei hadn't finished his cigarette when Su Yinxue got out of the car.

She had regained her poised and frosty demeanor, yet her face showed a hint of apology.

"Yang Fei, sorry, I..."

Yang Fei waved his hand at her, signaling for her to not go on.

Su Yinxue still expressed her apology.

"I've had this quirk for a while now, and it makes me really averse to men."

"When it's severe, just a normal handshake or a hug makes me want to flee quickly, but after meeting you..."

Her eyes filled with a gentle and sweet affection.

"I found that I don't mind being in contact with you, I thought the problem was gone, but today..."

She lowered her head, looking at the tips of her shoes as if she were a child who had done something wrong.

Yang Fei laughed and intended to stroke her hair but then pulled his hand back.

"It's okay, I understand, it's a process."

"I guarantee, once you become a real woman, you'll definitely fall in love with this feeling, haha."

"Bah, a dog can't spit out ivory, who would want to be your woman."

Su Yinxue's embarrassment was uncontrollable.

Yang Fei laughed heartily, "What's there to be shy about?"

"I've got the Thirty-Six Scatter Hands, the Seventy-Two Transformations, I can make you soar to the heavens and delve into the earth, leaving you unable to stop. When we're free, let's explore together," he said.

"If you keep talking nonsense, I won't talk to you for a month."

Su Yinxue listened as this scoundrel went on and on, almost ready to run away, and she lowered her head.

Yang Fei burst into laughter.

Even if nothing could happen with Su Yinxue.

Still, the conquest of making the heart of this icy corporate CEO skip a beat was a delightful accomplishment in life.

"Besides, we could always teach those aspects slowly, consider it a nurturing plan," he suggested.

Yang Fei was salivating as he looked over Su Yinxue's graceful figure.

A myriad of amusing ideas bubbled up in his heart.

Just then, Yang Fei suddenly felt a piercing pain at the back of his neck.

A shock ran through his body, and an indescribable power, like a pinprick, shot out through his pores.

Crack!

A tiny insect collapsed onto the ground, its body mangled beyond recognition.

It was no longer possible to discern what kind of insect it had been.

Strength Transformation burst forth!

This minor detail sent a shock through Yang Fei's brain like a bolt of lightning, leaving him completely staggered.

Damn, not a feather could land, nor a fly or mosquito alight.

Could it be... a breakthrough?

Yang Fei stared blankly at the unrecognizable remains of the small insect on the ground, overwhelmed with ecstatic joy.

He had fallen from the Transforming Energy Peak, regressing in the Martial Arts Realm.

But he had a deep understanding of the martial dao mysteries of Strength Transformation.

Generally speaking, Dark Force allows for the projection of Essence Qi through the pores of the Laogong Point in the palm, inflicting invisible damage on others.

Strength Transformation goes a step further, allowing the projection of Essence Qi from every pore in the body.

The power to defend and harm is astonishing.

In simple terms, it means not a feather could land, nor a fly or mosquito alight.

This is how martial predecessors have described Strength Transformation.

Just moments before, unconsciously,

Essence Qi had burst forth from the pores at the back of Yang Fei's neck, killing the insect that had landed on him.

Does this not mean that Yang Fei has broken through to Strength Transformation?

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