In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged more than a dozen moves. Qian Renxue fought more smoothly with every exchange, and she also realized that Huo Yuhao was feeding her moves.
Growing bolder, she used every technique she had learned. In the end, she even resorted to a flailing barrage of wild punches.
She only stopped after exhausting all her strength, drenched in fragrant sweat. Seeing that Huo Yuhao still looked completely calm and composed, she could only admit defeat.
Ever since the first dream, Qian Renxue had thought she might truly have developed some unusual feelings for this brat. She had agonized over it for days—did this count as an old cow eating tender grass? Would competing with that little kitten for a man be beneath her dignity?
But after having such dreams every day for several days straight, with new scenarios and variations each time, Qian Renxue no longer thought that way.
Her first thought was that someone had taken control of her dreams. Recalling what Huo Yuhao had said about the emotion of love, she knew this had to be the work of that bastard Huo Yuhao.
But with him shut away behind closed doors, there was nothing she could do. She could only keep cultivating and refuse to sleep, but there were always times when she could no longer endure it. Then she would be dragged back into those dreams. Later, Qian Renxue discovered that she could actually control them, and she could not help developing several perverse little games in those dreams.
Now that he had emerged from seclusion, his first reaction upon seeing her had been guilt. He clearly knew what she had gone through. Thinking that someone might know about those shameful dreams, Qian Renxue blushed so fiercely she nearly