Guan Ya was still lying on the bed, motionless, as though she had not heard the call right beside her.
No reaction? Had she gone stupid? Zhang Yuanqing felt both heartache and pity. He knew that his return to the Spirit Realm would inevitably deal Guan Ya a devastating blow, but he had not expected her to lose even a Scout's basic vigilance and sharpness.
The only way to describe such a state was probably "utterly despondent."
He stored the sheepskin scroll he had been holding in the Inventory, lifted the thin quilt, and slipped into bed. Wrapping his arms around Guan Ya from behind, he called softly into her ear:
"Guan Ya, I'm back."
Zhang Yuanqing's hand circled around her waist to her lower abdomen, his chest pressed against her smooth back. The moment he held his older girlfriend's soft, warm body, Guan Ya suddenly shuddered as if startled.
She finally "woke up." Realizing that she was being held by a stranger, she immediately reacted with fierce instinctive resistance.
Guan Ya drove her right elbow backward while forming a sword hand with her left, stabbing at the man behind her.
The instant this instinctive combination attack began, it was effortlessly neutralized by the man behind her—Zhang Yuanqing formed a sword hand with the arm around her abdomen and jabbed her soft navel, disrupting Guan Ya's breath. She let out a muffled groan, and her tense body went limp and weak.
Then he pressed down on Guan Ya's right shoulder and turned her over, changing her from lying on her side to lying face down.
Her sword hand missed, piercing through the quilt and striking the ceiling, leaving a deep dent.
"Guan Ya, it's me, it's me!" Zhang Yuanqing said loudly.
Just as Guan Ya was about to struggle with