A Kiss from Ye Lingling in the Alley

(Image of Ye Lingling)

Lin Jiang's lips curled upward slightly.

"Is this my Eye of Time and Space?"

The two arcs of electricity were still spinning at high speed, but in his eyes, they were already two predictable lines.

The two members of the Electric Arc Duo were still accelerating, completely unaware that the positions of prey and hunter had already been swapped.

Lin Jiang raised his hand.

"Third Soul Skill—Golden Dragon Head!"

Golden soul power condensed on his fist, compressing and taking shape...

A lifelike Golden Dragon Head emerged on his fist, its maw wide open, fangs menacing.

The two blue lights of the Electric Arc Duo were converging in the center of the arena.

This was the moment of their swap; the two brushed past each other, at their closest distance and slowest speed.

This gap was less than 0.3 seconds.

Lin Jiang saw it.

In the Eye of Time and Space, those two trajectory lines clearly intersected at a single point, like two rivers flowing into the same lake.

He threw a punch.

The Golden Dragon Head broke free from his fist, roaring as it blasted out in a straight line!

The air on the arena was compressed into a visible shockwave; the stone floor was plowed into a trench, sending gravel flying.

In that 0.3-second gap, the Golden Dragon Head passed through.

"BOOM—!"

The two arcs of electricity were struck simultaneously at their intersection point; blue-white lightning exploded, and two figures were sent flying backward from the light.

One slammed into the arena's guardrail, snapping it instantly, and tumbled off the stage.

The other flew higher, crashing into the partition beneath the spectator stands with a dull thud before sliding to the ground.

The two lay piled on top of each other, motionless.

The mohawk-haired one's head was crooked, that tuft of hair finally collapsed.

The entire arena was deathly silent.

In the viewing room, Yu Tianheng bolted up from his chair, knocking over his teacup and spilling tea across the table.

"How is this possible?!"

He pressed his hands against the glass window, his face pushed up against it, eyes wide as copper bells.

"He must have gotten lucky! He must have!"

Yu Feng and Osler stood behind him, mouths agape, unable to utter a single word.

In the VIP room, Gu Rong slowly leaned back into his chair, his fingers tapping on the armrest.

"He locked onto that fleeting instant when the Electric Arc Duo crossed paths." He turned to look at Ning Fengzhi. "Delivering a fatal blow to two level-49 Soul Ancestors simultaneously."

He paused, then added, "A talent worth molding."

Ning Fengzhi set down his teacup and smiled.

"Hahahaha, not bad, not bad at all."

He stood up and walked to the window, watching the masked youth on the arena.

"Have someone investigate his background later." He stroked his beard, his gaze burning. "It would be best if we could recruit him into our sect and put him to use."

On the arena, the referee stood stunned for three seconds before raising his hand.

"Golden Leaf Duo—wins!"

Ye Lingling lay on the ground, slowly regaining consciousness.

She propped herself up with her arms, her long blue hair hanging messily over her shoulders.

Lin Jiang walked over, bent down, supported her back with one hand and scooped her up by the back of her knees, lifting her into his arms.

Ye Lingling's entire body stiffened, her face turning bright red in an instant.

"Lingling, it's all my fault for being careless and letting you get hurt."

She lowered her head, her voice as soft as a mosquito's: "It was my own lack of caution... Brother Lin Jiang, I am already very grateful to you."

Dugu Yan ran up from the side of the stage, looking Ye Lingling up and down.

"Lingling, are you alright?"

"I'm fine."

Dugu Yan breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the sky, then back at Lin Jiang and Ye Lingling.

"Alright, it's getting late. Let Lin Jiang take you back."

Ye Lingling blushed and said nothing.

Dugu Yan patted her on the shoulder: "Let him take you back; I'll be at ease."

Lin Jiang carried Ye Lingling off the arena stage, walking through the aisle in front of the spectator stands.

People on both sides stepped aside automatically, their gazes following him as he walked.

Ye Lingling curled up in his arms, eyes closed, her eyelashes trembling incessantly.

Exiting the gates of the Soul Fighting Arena, the night breeze blew against them, carrying the lingering scent of fireworks from the streets.

Lin Jiang looked down at her: "Where do you live?"

Ye Lingling buried her face deeper, muffledly reciting an address.

Lin Jiang nodded and carried her in that direction.

They turned a corner and entered a small alley.

The alley was deep, the walls on both sides blocking out the moonlight, with only a sliver leaking in at the far end.

Footsteps echoed on the stone path, one after another, very quiet.

Ye Lingling huddled in Lin Jiang's arms, her hands wrapped around his neck.

She stared at his face; the mask had already been removed, revealing that sharp, angular profile.

Moonlight leaked in from the mouth of the alley, plating his brow bone with a silver edge.

She knew she was done for.

Her heartbeat was so fast it felt like it was about to jump out of her throat.

She wanted to look away, but her eyes refused to obey.

That face was inches away, her breath almost brushing against it.

He belonged to Yan Yan.

These three words circled in her mind, then dissipated on their own.

She realized she no longer cared.

Even being a concubine would do, even just standing by his side would be enough.

She had never been this brave in her life, nor had she ever been this foolish.

She closed her eyes, pursed her lips, and leaned toward that face.

"Brother Lin Jiang..."

Her voice was as soft as melting sugar.

Her lips touched his cheek.

Lightly, like a feather landing on the ground.

Lin Jiang's footsteps stopped.

He looked down at her.

Ye Lingling curled up in his arms, her face as red as if it were on fire, her eyelashes trembling violently, but her eyes were not closed.

"Lingling, you..."

"I..." Her voice was trembling, but she enunciated every word clearly, "I like you."

Lin Jiang's grip on her tightened.

Ye Lingling buried her face into his chest, her voice muffled:

"I know about you and Yan Yan... but I really like you. I was afraid that if I didn't say it, I wouldn't have another chance."

She stopped moving after she finished, shrinking into his arms like an ostrich burying its head in the sand.

The sound of heartbeats echoed in the quiet alley like a war drum; she couldn't tell if it was hers or his.

Lin Jiang looked down at her.

Her long blue hair was draped over his arm, the moonlight shining upon it, casting a cold glow.

Her entire body was trembling.

He lowered his head.

"Lingling..."

She looked up.

This time, it was not just a light touch.

When he kissed her, her whole body stiffened, then slowly went limp, her fingers clutching his collar.

Ye Lingling was kissed until she went soft by Lin Jiang.

It wasn't just a figure of speech; she was truly soft.

Her fingers, clutching his collar, loosened and tightened, tightened and loosened, like a drowning person grasping at the final piece of driftwood.

A soft hum spilled from her throat, the tail end of the sound drifting upward with a tremble.

"Brother..."

Those two words were like a spark landing in a barrel of oil.

Lin Jiang felt his blood rush from the soles of his feet straight to his crown.

The hand supporting her tightened, his fingertips sinking into the soft flesh at her waist, his breathing as heavy as if he had just finished a grueling battle.

"Lingling." His voice was so hoarse it didn't sound like his own. "I need to vent this fire."

He regretted the words the moment they left his lips.

It was too blunt, like a wolf that had been starving for three days.

Ye Lingling did not pull away.

She lifted her face from his chest, the moonlight illuminating her features; her blue eyes were shimmering with moisture, and her lips, swollen from his kisses, were as red as a ripened cherry.

She leaned in to whisper against his ear, her voice as light as the night breeze.

"Brother, use me..."