Dai Chengfeng's Little Kitten

Zhu Zhuqing pursued ultimate speed and agility, so the black training outfit she wore was specially made, its fabric thin and extremely elastic, fitting the curves of her body perfectly.

Now, after intense movement and being soaked with sweat, it clung even tighter to her skin, outlining the girl's gradually maturing figure in every minute detail.

That slender waist, barely enough to fill one hand, showed astonishing flexibility and power when she twisted and exerted force;

Those straight, long legs erupted with stunning springiness when she kicked, swept, and blocked;

Those soft curves, already beginning to take shape, rose and fell constantly with her movements;

And beneath her sweat-damp loose hair, that fair, slender neck, faintly taut from exertion with alluring lines of sinew...

Every time he parried the arm she attacked with, his fingertips could feel the astonishing smooth bounce and warmth of her skin beneath that slick, damp layer of cloth.

Every time he dodged her sharp leg techniques, his gaze inevitably swept over the lines of those legs, filled with both strength and beauty.

Even the wind stirred up by her attacks carried her unique scent, clear and cold, yet steamed out by sweat, carrying a breath of vigorous life.

Dai Chengfeng's throat bobbed unconsciously.

He knew this was wrong. This was a serious sparring match.

But once certain thoughts arose, they were hard to suppress.

Especially when facing Zhu Zhuqing—this girl who was his fiancée in name, yet whose actual relationship with him was subtle and complicated.

He suddenly thought of the bedchamber, of that completely different warm, fragrant softness, languid and alluring.

It formed an incomparably vivid contrast with Zhu Zhuqing before him, clear and cold, sharp, sweat-damp, and resilient.

A strange mentality, mixed with stimulation and comparison, quietly began to grow.

At a certain