"Such a drag, my little brother Yu Jing... Can't I tempt you?"
Zhan Ling watched as the purple mist she had released was rapidly dispersed, frowning at Yu Jing.
Yu Jing said helplessly, "I'm desperate too... But tomorrow's match will probably be anything but ordinary. If I really lose control tonight, I may not even be able to take the field tomorrow... Besides, I can't have a special relationship with Sister Ling."
"Why not? Didn't Commissioner Guan teach us not to let the chains of reality bind us? I've been looking forward to your body for a long time, little brother. Forget it. Judging by that martial-arts fanatic look of yours, you must have gone off to spar with someone again... There's hot food on the table, specially saved for you."
"Okay, thank you, Sister Ling."
After eight continuous hours of warm-up matches, Yu Jing was ravenous. He immediately began wolfing down the food.
Zhan Ling walked toward the second floor of the duplex and leaned against the railing, waving at Yu Jing. "I'm going upstairs to sleep... The two girls downstairs have completely exhausted themselves and are fast asleep. You can choose whether to sleep upstairs or downstairs later."
"Okay."
Yu Jing did not think much of it. After finishing his meal, he washed away the sweat clinging to his body from the intense battle and chose to sleep on the genuine-leather sofa in the hall.
He closed his eyes and recalled some of the more technical aspects of today's sparring matches. Before long, he fell sound asleep... However, countless twisted tentacles in his dreams, along with a stabbing pain radiating through his body, suddenly jolted him awake in the middle of the night.
By then, Zhan Ling had changed into a dark-purple, close-fitting combat suit. She pressed a