Sparring-Isn't Bumping Into Each Other Perfectly Normal?

Dai Chengfeng also stopped moving and stood where he was.

He slowly drew back his hand, gently rubbing his fingertips together.

"You..."

Zhu Zhuqing finally spoke, but her voice carried a faint hoarseness even she did not notice. "Dai Chengfeng, you're awful!"

"What did I do?"

Dai Chengfeng looked astonished and spread his hands innocently. "That last one was an accident. You attacked too fast, and I couldn't pull back in time."

"It's sparring. A little physical contact is unavoidable."

"An accident?"

Zhu Zhuqing was so angry that her chest rose and fell again, the curve even more startling beneath her soaked training clothes. "Then what about all the times before that? Were those all accidents too?!"

"Which times before?"

Dai Chengfeng blinked, then took two steps forward, closing the distance between them.

Zhu Zhuqing's back was against the wooden post, with nowhere left to retreat, so she could only glare at him.

"Zhuqing, aren't you being a little too sensitive? We're fighting, not dancing. Isn't bumping into each other perfectly normal?"

"Or..."

He drew out the word, his gaze sweeping over her flushed face and heaving chest, his voice lowering with a strangely bewitching magnetism.

"Do you care?"

"I..." Zhu Zhuqing was left speechless.

Did she care? Of course she cared!

The feeling of being touched left her flustered and uneasy all over.

But what could she say?

Seeing Zhu Zhuqing's face flushed crimson with shame and anger, yet unable to get a word out, the amusement in Dai Chengfeng's eyes deepened.

He did not give her another chance to gather her words. Suddenly, he closed in again.

"Looks like I haven't been serious enough, if you still have the leisure to think about other things."

His voice was deep and low, carrying an aggressive pressure. "Then let's continue."