Two hours later,
Leng Qingqiu lay limply in Jiang Che's arms, her eyes hazy, wisps of blush blooming across her pretty face, her ears burning hot.
At that moment, Leng Qingqiu felt utterly exhausted, weak all over.
Even with martial cultivation at the Peak Bright Force realm, having begun to transcend the bounds of ordinary people, her modest abilities were clearly not enough before Jiang Che, an Elixir Force grandmaster.
"Hubby~"
Leng Qingqiu let out an unconscious murmur, her voice slightly hoarse.
"What's wrong? Still trying to act tough?"
Jiang Che reached out and gently stroked Leng Qingqiu's slightly disheveled raven hair, teasing her.
Jiang Che himself felt rather sentimental at that moment.
Women were wolves at thirty and tigers at forty.
He finally understood what that saying meant.
In terms of combat strength, Xiao Yi, the aloof little assassin, was undoubtedly the strongest among the women. After all, her cultivation was there for all to see.
But when it came to enthusiasm, Leng Qingqiu was the most proactive. Eager to learn, tireless in her pursuit, and possessed of a fearless, indomitable spirit.
"Hmph~"
"It's all your fault, you bad man!"
Leng Qingqiu gave a muffled snort and raised her eyes slightly, shooting Jiang Che a flirtatious glare. Her tone was equal parts reproachful and aggrieved.
Seeing Jiang Che looking so smug, Leng Qingqiu clenched her fists and gritted her teeth, her competitive nature instantly stirred.
If circumstances had allowed, she would definitely have gone another several hundred rounds with Jiang Che!
"Alright, go wash up first..."
Jiang Che did not discuss the matter with Leng Qingqiu any further. Holding the graceful body of the mature woman in black stockings, he headed straight for the adjoining room.
Leng Qingqiu's office also had a small room for resting, roughly eighty square