I'm Injured

"Do we really have to fight?"

"We really do."

Su Yang leaned back on the sofa and looked helplessly at Zhuang Mengli in front of him. "Are you a martial arts fanatic? What era is this? All you know is fighting, fighting, fighting. You're a girl—you should be a little more elegant. Fighting and killing all day is so unbecoming."

"Besides, you're already very powerful. There are hardly any people in this world who can beat you. And we're in modern society, not ancient times. You're not trying to become the best under heaven, so what are you fighting for?"

"I never said I wanted to become the best under heaven." Zhuang Mengli replied.

"Then what's there to fight about?"

"I simply want to spar with you and see whether you've improved lately."

"Ah." Su Yang sighed. He truly did not want to fight Zhuang Mengli, but seeing the anticipation on her face, he was reluctant to ruin her fun.

Su Yang thought for a moment and said, "Fine, we can fight, but we'll have to follow my rules."

"Sure! Name them!" Zhuang Mengli immediately grinned.

"First, we need a time limit. We'll only fight for five minutes. Second..."

"Second what?"

"You know how fighting is. If we're not careful, there might be some physical contact or something. If I accidentally touch you somewhere later, you can't get angry."

"Fine, no problem. As long as you don't deliberately slap my butt like you did just now."

"Okay, okay, fine, fine."

"Then come on. We'll spar in the living room!"

Su Yang stood up, rolled his neck, and glanced around. "What about your furniture..."

Before he could finish, Zhuang Mengli quickly cut in, "You don't have to compensate me."

"What does compensation have to do with anything? Do you think I'm