At that moment, Chen Yan was a bit dazed.

Because he didn't even know what had happened. He just found himself flying.

Time seemed to slow down at that moment.

Chen Yan struggled to look back to see Zhao Ying's movements.

But before he could react,

he had already solidly collided with the ground.

But the weird thing was, Chen Yan didn't feel any pain at all.

He only felt the ground was a bit cool.

And before he could continue to feel it, immediately after, he felt like a feather, floating up again.

At the same time, Zhao Ying's second loud shout rang by his ears, "Bagua Palm! Second form, Tai Chi!"

Dizzy.

Very dizzy.

Chen Yan had absolutely no strength to fight back; he was just flying around with Zhao Ying.

His back had just touched the ground when he was picked up again and spun around to a table.

Chen Yan tried to get up, but before he could make a move, he was grabbed again and spun and thrown onto the sofa.

Throughout the entire sparring session, Chen Yan felt like a top, being thrown around by Zhao Ying.

It wasn't painful, just very dizzy. He felt like vomiting.

And Zhao Ying seemed to be getting addicted to it. She moved around Chen Yan in the room like a butterfly passing flowers.

Except for her continually holding back her strength to prevent Chen Yan from getting hurt, she was having a blast!

Finally, when Chen Yan started patting the floor, shouting non-stop, "Stop, stop, stop! I lose, I lose! Stop playing with me!" she reluctantly stopped her actions.

As Zhao Ying stopped moving, Chen Yan covered his mouth and rushed towards the bathroom.

Soon after, the sounds of vomiting echoed from inside, "Ugh, ugh, ugh...."

And after a while, followed by the sound of running water, Chen Yan staggered out leaning on the doorframe.

He looked at Zhao Ying, his face filled with fear, and asked, "Brother Ying, what kind of move was that? Why did it make me so dizzy?"

Zhao Ying had already sat down on the coffee table by then.

Her sleek, fair-skinned butt in contact with the table looked firm and perky, clearly a sporty girl who exercises regularly.

She proudly lifted her chin and said, "That was the Bagua Palm my master taught me."

She added, "Don't feel dizzy. That was the result of me pulling back my force."

"If I hadn't held back, you'd have been smashing around on the floor, table, and couch. Being just bruised and swollen would be the least of it, you could've had broken arms or legs."

"So..."

Chen Yan retched a couple more times, then continued, "So, should I thank you for sparing my life?"

"That's the idea." Zhao Ying nodded proudly.

Chen Yan: ......

Chen Yan thought he had to reconsider his previous judgment of Zhao Xuan's intentions.

With such a technique, if he had known it, he would have also sent his kids to learn it.

Isn't this just like having learned magic in the real world?

With the technique just now, was that really achievable with human effort?

Chen Yan was extremely doubtful.

Thinking about the technique just now, Chen Yan once again felt his stomach churn.

So, he retched a couple more times, then ran to vomit...

After intermittent vomiting for ten minutes, Chen Yan finally felt normal again.

He slumped on the sofa, laying on Zhao Ying's smooth, elastic legs, then said weakly, "Brother Ying, next time you want to test something, give me a heads-up, will you?"

Zhao Ying was munching on an apple.

She glanced down at Chen Yan, who insisted on lying on her legs to "recover," then *crunch* took another bite of her apple and said, "But we weren't testing, we were sparring."

Chen Yan looked up at her.

His eyes caught three pink apple-sized objects.

Quite tempting.

He coughed once, looked down, and then said, "It's said to be sparring, but where was the competition? You were just single-handedly schooling me. I didn't even manage to pull off a single move."

Hearing Chen Yan's words, the naive Zhao Ying tilted her head, chewing the apple, and agreed, "Right. It was supposed to be a spar, but you didn't even make a single move."

"This indeed violates our purpose of sparring."

Chen Yan: .....

Stop talking.

It's hurting my pride.

As the conversation continued, Zhao Ying's bright eyes twinkled as she said, "Then... why don't you make a move at me!"

"Let me experience your two months of training."

Hearing Zhao Ying's words, Chen Yan quickly waved his hands, "Forget it, forget it."

"I can't even execute a single move against you. I don't want to embarrass myself."

Hearing Chen Yan's words, Zhao Ying quickly slapped her chest and said, "Don't worry. This time I'll be like you. I'll give you a chance to try freely."

"I won't even dodge!"

Chen Yan: ...

Why do those words sound so ironic?

I'm not intentionally giving you a chance to try, nor am I not dodging.

I just couldn't react at all!

But hearing Zhao Ying say so, Chen Yan hesitated: maybe... I should just try it?

But try what?

Chen Yan pondered.

Suddenly, he had an idea.

Why not try some of those unlockable poses?

Thinking this, Chen Yan quickly got up from Zhao Ying's legs and looked at her, saying, "Are you sure?!"

"You won't resist? Nor dodge?"

Zhao Ying, chewing on the apple, nonchalantly nodded her head, "Of course."

Chen Yan coughed and said, "Then... close your eyes."

Zhao Ying blinked, "Why?"

Chen Yan, "I'm going to perform my unique skill!"

"If you keep your eyes open and learn it, what am I going to do!"

Zhao Ying pondered for a moment, thinking... that might make sense.

So, she resolutely closed her eyes.

Of course... while her eyes were shut, she didn't forget to munch on her apple.

"*Crunch, crunch*...."

Because it was pitch black in front of her, Zhao Ying's sense of hearing and touch became extremely sensitive.

As an outstanding martial artist, even with her eyes closed, she could hear what Chen Yan was doing.

'Is he tiptoeing to the door?'

"*Click*."

Zhao Ying felt the darkness in front of her seemed to deepen a bit.

'Did he turn off the light?'

Zhao Ying was a bit puzzled.

But she thought it was understandable.

After all, her master had said that many martial arts were most powerful at night.

So, it made sense for Chen Yan to try out his results with the lights off.

While Zhao Ying thought this...

"*Patter, patter...," footsteps.

Zhao Ying heard Chen Yan returning to her side.

Suddenly, she felt her hand loosen, and the apple was taken away.

Zhao Ying reflexively wanted to open her eyes and ask Chen Yan why he took her apple.

But at that moment, just before she was about to open her eyes, she suddenly remembered she had agreed to let Chen Yan experiment, so she closed her eyes again, stopping the words on the tip of her tongue.

She wanted to see what Chen Yan was going to do.

While she was thinking this.

Suddenly, she felt Chen Yan's face getting closer and closer to hers.

Even though her eyes were closed and she couldn't see, that innate sense of "danger" made Zhao Ying want to bristle.

She didn't know why.

She just felt "dangerous," "very dangerous!"

But then, thinking again that Chen Yan was trying out moves and that danger was normal...

So, she quickly calmed herself down, telling herself not to be so nervous.

Even... because she had never felt danger from Chen Yan before, she even felt a bit curious for a moment: Chen Yan really hadn't been idle these two months. He even made me feel danger?

So, while Zhao Ying's mind was racing...

After a moment, she suddenly felt soft lips pressed against her own.

That moment, Zhao Ying was a bit dazed.

It felt like her brain went "boom!" and thundered.

Her whole mind went blank.

She had no idea what had happened.

Then, as she came to her senses, she found a soft, wet thing entering her mouth.

She reflexively wanted to bite.

But then she remembered her promise, so she stopped herself.

Confused, she felt Chen Yan's affection.

And then... her body kept getting hotter and softer.

That moment, Zhao Ying finally realized something was off.

'Is there magic in attacks?!'

'Why do I feel so strange?'

Chen Yan's offensive made Zhao Ying feel panic for the first time.

And that wasn't all.

After realizing Zhao Ying truly lived up to her promise and showed no resistance, Chen Yan's hand also gently climbed onto Zhao Ying's chest, starting to gently knead.

Zhao Ying felt her whole body turn very strange.

She originally had boundless strength within her body.

But under Chen Yan's technique, it all disappeared.

She only felt her head dizzy and her body soft.

And, she involuntarily wanted to reciprocate Chen Yan.

She was scared.

Really a bit scared.

She had practiced martial arts for many years, from Taekwondo to Bagua Palm, and then various other moves, but she had never seen such a weird martial art!

So, after feeling something was wrong once again, Zhao Ying couldn't restrain her fear any longer.

She suddenly opened her eyes, then pushed Chen Yan away with one move.

Zhao Ying's strength was capable of breaking a car with a single foot.

So, with her emotions running high, that power was imaginable.

Chen Yan was like a cannonball, being directly pushed flying.

The moment before, he still had Zhao Ying's body soft in his embrace, enjoying her unripe charm. The next second, though, he flew up.

Luckily, there was still a sofa opposite.

Chen Yan was directly pushed onto that sofa.

But because of Zhao Ying's enormous strength, he rolled off the sofa along with it.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch. Oh, man."

Chen Yan cried out a few times before finally lying down on the ground.

At that moment, he also felt a bit fearful.

He had just wanted to tease Zhao Ying. How could he forget her combat power?

He miscalculated.

However, his affection level with Zhao Ying should have been there.

The system showed it was unlocked, and he hadn't unlocked it prematurely, so why was he suddenly pushed away?

Could it be that his movements were too big and Brother Ying got shy?

Thinking this, Chen Yan couldn't help but look toward Zhao Ying.

The +9 constitution brought about an all-around enhancement of physical quality.

Though the living room lights were off, the lights in the bathroom and hallway weren't.

With the faint lighting, Chen Yan still easily saw Zhao Ying.

At that moment, Zhao Ying looked like a cat that had puffed up its fur. In front of the sofa, she assumed a martial arts defensive stance, then watched Chen Yan warily.

Chen Yan was somewhat unclear about Zhao Ying's thoughts. So, testing the waters, he asked, "Brother Ying, are you alright? What's going on?"

Hearing Chen Yan's inquiry, Zhao Ying didn't drop her guard. She looked at Chen Yan and demanded, "What kind of sinister technique did you learn? Why did it make me feel so weird?"

Chen Yan blushed a bit, thinking his intentions had been seen through.

Thus, he coughed and responded, "Just like that. I didn't mean to, just trying it out."

Hearing Chen Yan's words, Zhao Ying looked at him suspiciously.

Then she asked, "Does this move involve some kind of inner strength or magic?"

"Why do I feel all hot, weak, and strengthless?"

Hearing Zhao Ying's words, Chen Yan paused.

Then he blinked rapidly, his brain working overtime. He suddenly understood what Zhao Ying was thinking.

So... Brother Ying hadn't realized he was taking advantage of her.

She thought it was some strange martial arts technique?

Chen Yan heaved a sigh of relief while also finding Zhao Ying adorably foolish.

Was her mind filled with nothing but martial arts and the Bagua Palm?

This kind of foolishness, why did it seem so cute?

With these thoughts, Chen Yan couldn't help but start playing along.

He pushed the sofa off himself and stood up, coughed, and with hands behind his back, struck a pose like a hermit above the worldly fray.

However, perhaps because he was shirtless, this pose that should have been elegant and imposing seemed a bit odd.

Plus, with the moonlight shining on him, it inexplicably gave off a vibe of someone strolling under the moon.

Chen Yan coughed again and then said in a magnetic voice, "This is a pose I created myself. It's not named yet."

"No inner strength, no magic involved. Just pure skill."

Hearing Chen Yan say this, Zhao Ying relaxed a bit. She scratched her head and asked, "Can I learn it?"

Her eyes turned into stars, "I think this could be really useful."

"If I use it in a duel, the opponent will lose strength before they can even make a move!"

Chen Yan was speechless.

This technique, just keep it between us.

If Zhao Ying used it on someone else, his reputation would take a hit!

So, he quickly refused, "No, you can't use it on others."

"I can teach you this technique, but you can only practice it yourself or use it on me."

"No sharing with others or using it on anyone else."

Hearing Chen Yan's words, Zhao Ying innocently asked, "Why?"

Chen Yan's brain whirred, making up a reason, "Of course, because it's my unique secret technique. It can't be leaked."

"Besides, this technique is very dangerous. Using it recklessly on others can cause accidents!"

Chen Yan's fabricated excuse was obviously haphazard, but maybe because the impression he just left on Zhao Ying was too deep.

So she pondered for a moment and felt... it made sense.

Thus, she agreed, "Okay, then teach me. I promise, I won't use it on others."

"Swear it."

"I swear."

Chen Yan then nodded in satisfaction.

Since both were quite free, the teaching session lasted one or two hours.

Until Zhao Ying, groggily, had somewhat learned it, Chen Yan finally massaged his mouth contentedly.

You don't say.

Kissing too much can really make your lips sour.

Meanwhile, Zhao Ying was still reminiscing about the last couple of hours.

Then she murmured softly, "Chen Yan's technique isn't that perfected."

"Why does the effect lessen after a few uses?"

"How strange."

After the showdown at the Forbidden Peak, Chen Yan called for food and drink from the hotel.

Then he dressed and arranged the items.

After eating, because Zhao Ying's leave hadn't ended, Chen Yan simply didn't let her go but had her stay overnight in the hotel.

Zhao Ying, with her carefree personality, truly was the type who, once trusting someone, would still count money for them even if sold.

So even though Chen Yan kept her, she didn't mind.

And with great joy, she grabbed a pillow and ran to Chen Yan's room, wanting to sleep together.

Chen Yan couldn't talk her out of it and agreed.

At night, seeing her lying beside him in a "big" shape, not properly asleep, a smile emerged on Chen Yan's face.

He reached out to tuck Zhao Ying's arm back under the blanket, then smoothed her hair and gently patted her, helping Zhao Ying sleep more sweetly.

A night without words.

The next day.

Chen Yan was dragged up directly by Zhao Ying.

Usually unable to catch Chen Yan, Zhao Ying trained alone.

This rare chance to sleep with Chen Yan, how could she miss the opportunity to have morning training with him?

Thus, Chen Yan was groggily dragged up, and they both assumed the horse stance.

As he gradually woke up and came to his senses, more than half an hour had passed.

Thus, he just had to continue boxing with Zhao Ying.

Like that, after a morning workout sweating profusely, Zhao Ying finally stopped pushing Chen Yan so hard.

Chen Yan mysteriously spent a fulfilling morning, feeling it was all like a dream...

After the workout, they went downstairs for breakfast, one went to school, and the other to work.

Arriving at Fenghua Building, the company was quiet, very few people had arrived.

Chen Yan checked the time, it was just past 8 AM, with one more hour until the workday started.

Aside from a few workaholics, hardly anyone would be here.

And to "reduce the employees' motivation," Chen Yan had introduced a rule deducting pay for overtime.

So, even fewer people came to work.

Thus...

Chen Yan found himself alone in the elevator with Yang Rou.

Chen Yan had entered the elevator earlier.

After pressing the button for the 18th floor, he patiently waited for the elevator doors to close.

However, after a few seconds, just as the elevator doors began to close slowly, a hand pressed the call button.

Thus, the elevator doors opened slowly again.

Chen Yan, of course, became curious.

Who didn't want their salary anymore?

Coming to work so early.

Then he saw Yang Rou.

Okay. When the company policy was introduced, Yang Rou had paid her fines up to next year. So, she wasn't affected.

So, Chen Yan raised his hand and greeted, "Morning, Sister Rou."

Seeing Chen Yan come to the office so early, Yang Rou was obviously surprised, "Morning, President Chen. You're here so early?"

She paused, "Is the company running out of money? Are you coming to pay your fines proactively?"

Last night, after the "parent-child activity" with Yang Nuannuan, today she was back in her usual all-black business attire. Looking both abstinent and aloof while carrying a hint of mature feminine charm.

Chen Yan was a bit crazed with craving.

"No inner strength, no magic involved. Just pure skill."

Hearing Chen Yan say this, Zhao Ying relaxed further, she scratched her head and asked, "Can I learn it?"

Her eyes turned into stars, "I think this could be really useful."

"If I use it during a fight, the opponent will feel weak even before they can make a move!"

Chen Yan was speechless.

This technique, just keep it between us.

If Zhao Ying were to use it on someone else, he'd really be in trouble!

So, he quickly refused, "No, you can't use it on others."

"I can teach you this technique, but you can only practice it yourself or use it on me."

"No sharing with others or using it on anyone else."

Hearing Chen Yan's words, Zhao Ying innocently asked, "Why?"

Chen Yan's brain whirred, making up a reason, "Of course, because it's my unique secret technique. It can't be leaked."

"Besides, this technique is very dangerous. Using it recklessly on others can cause accidents!"

Chen Yan's fabricated reason was obviously haphazard, but perhaps because the impression he had just made on Zhao Ying was too deep.

So she pondered for a moment and felt... it made sense.

So, she said, "Okay then, teach me. I promise I won't use it on others."

"Swear it."

"I swear."

Chen Yan then nodded in satisfaction.

Since both had plenty of free time, the teaching session lasted one or two hours.

Until Zhao Ying, somewhat groggy, had barely learned it, Chen Yan finally contentedly massaged his mouth.

You don't say.

Kissing too much really does make your lips sour.

Meanwhile, Zhao Ying was still reminiscing about the last couple of hours.

Then she murmured softly, "Chen Yan's technique isn't that perfected."

"Why does the effect lessen after a few uses?"

"How strange."

After the showdown at the Forbidden Peak, Chen Yan called for food and drink from the hotel.

Then he dressed and arranged the items.

After eating, because Zhao Ying's leave hadn't ended, Chen Yan simply didn't let her go but had her stay overnight in the hotel.

Zhao Ying, with her carefree personality, truly was the type who, once trusting someone, would happily count money for them even if sold.

So, even though Chen Yan kept her, she didn't mind.

And joyfully, she grabbed a pillow and ran to Chen Yan's room, wanting to sleep together.

Chen Yan couldn't talk her out of it and agreed.

At night, seeing her lying beside him in a "big" shape, not properly asleep, a smile emerged on Chen Yan's face.

He reached out to tuck Zhao Ying's arm back under the blanket, then smoothed her hair and gently patted her, helping Zhao Ying sleep more sweetly.

A night without words.

The next day.

Chen Yan was dragged up directly by Zhao Ying.

Usually unable to catch Chen Yan, Zhao Ying trained alone.

This rare chance to sleep with Chen Yan, how could she miss the opportunity to have morning training with him?

Thus, Chen Yan, groggily, was pulled up, and they both assumed the horse stance.

As he gradually woke up and came to his senses, more than half an hour had passed.

Thus, he just had to continue boxing with Zhao Ying.

Like that, after a morning workout, sweating profusely, Zhao Ying finally stopped pushing Chen Yan so hard.

Chen Yan mysteriously spent a fulfilling morning, feeling it was all like a dream...

After the workout, they went downstairs for breakfast, one went to school, the other to work.

Arriving at Fenghua Building, the company was quiet, very few people had arrived.

Chen Yan checked the time, it was just past 8 AM, with one more hour until the workday started.

Aside from a few workaholics, hardly anyone would be here.

And to "reduce the employees' motivation," Chen Yan had introduced a rule deducting pay for overtime.

So, even fewer people came to work.

So...

Chen Yan found himself alone in the elevator with Yang Rou.

Chen Yan had entered the elevator earlier.

After pressing the button for the 18th floor, he patiently awaited the elevator doors to close.

However, after a few seconds, just as the elevator doors began to close slowly, a hand pressed the call button.

Thus, the elevator doors opened slowly again.

Chen Yan, of course, grew curious.

Who didn't want their salary anymore?

Coming to work so early.

Then he saw Yang Rou.

Okay. When the company policy was introduced, Yang Rou had paid her fines up to next year. So, she wasn't affected.

So, Chen Yan raised his hand and greeted, "Morning, Sister Rou."

Seeing Chen Yan come to the office so early, Yang Rou was obviously surprised, "Morning, President Chen. You're here so early?"

She paused, "Is the company running out of money? Are you coming to pay your fines proactively?"

Last night, after the "parent-child activity" with Yang Nuannuan, today she was back in her usual all-black business attire. Looking both abstinent and aloof, yet exuding a mature feminine charm.

Chen Yan was a bit crazed with craving.

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