Chapter 429: Chapter 427: "Do You Want Big Brother to Help You Wash Up?

The woman swung her fist with a gust of wind, her movements extremely agile. He slightly dodged to avoid it.

The woman cleverly countered with a hook, constantly attacking, always on the offensive.

He wasn’t using his full strength, cautiously testing her capabilities.

But Song Yi had skills, though she didn’t know that on the field, there was such a thing as testing strength.

His evasiveness was making her a bit irritated; fight or don’t fight, why be so long-winded like a woman?

Song Yi directly ignored the rules of the ring. In a free fight, do whatever feels good.

In that moment of the punch, the man dodged, but the next second, the woman’s knee came up, directly hitting his abdomen.

It was fast, he caught it, but couldn’t dodge.

He didn’t expect the woman to do this, and was pushed back two steps by the hit.

The woman gave him no chance to catch his breath, charging in again.

Tang Si squinted his eyes. Indeed, she had some skill.

It was precisely this that sparked his desire to win even more.

Taking advantage of her charge, he met her directly, raising his fist towards the ribs below her chest, the punch wind fierce, a phantom shadow coming straight at her.

Incredibly fast.

The woman sensed danger approaching, pulled back sharply, her back pressing against the elastic band, skillfully pressing downwards, rolling sideways to dodge the fatal blow with lightning reflexes.

Then she kicked at the barrier post, using power against power to charge directly, with no pause, unexpectedly fierce.

Tang Si was a bit surprised, but his momentum was strong, and as he tried to turn around, there was a gap in his defense; the woman seized this opportunity, following closely, her gloved fist ruthlessly striking his ribs. Rarely did he encounter an opponent who got his blood boiling like this.

From the start, he never used his full strength; it seemed this person was truly not to be underestimated.

...

In the ensuing process,

back and forth, the woman used offense as defense, attacking more fiercely than him, her fighting style sharp and ruthless.

Even the heart and lungs trembled with it.

Tang Si twisted his neck slightly, feeling energetic; she was a tough character.

His strength and moves grew heavier and more numerous.

This made Song Yi a bit overwhelmed.

"..." Damn.

Song Yi was breathing heavily, realizing she couldn’t match this person; her stamina was also lacking.

The man’s fist once again swung towards her at this moment.

She bit her teeth, her eyes tightly following the trajectory of his fist, taking a gamble, tilting her head slightly to avoid it.

Immediately, she wrapped around his arm, her leg hooking around his waist in an instant, hanging onto him, tightly entwining him.

Tang Si, taken aback by this move, showed a flicker of surprise in his eyes, his body stiffening, the motion to shake her off and counter suddenly paused, the murderous intent and hostility instantly dissipated entirely.

This weight and sensation, she was... Song Yi.

Originally, he could control and even gain the upper hand in a few moves, but at this moment, she caught him off guard.

Her punch landed on his back with considerable force.

Every move was extremely vicious.

And Song Yi furrowed her brow, suddenly realizing, this man... was holding back on her?

Just now, she could discern the strength of his punches. It would be hard to win, yet suddenly he had withdrawn that ruthlessness...

She frowned.

Being too lazy to think much.

In that case.

This one hundred thousand, she was determined to earn it.

This time when she aggressively advanced towards the man, he suddenly dodged her moves, very quickly, seeming to see through her tactics, effortlessly capturing her hand.

Just when Song Yi thought she was about to be tossed aside.

A breathy voice came to her ear, low with a smile, enticing: "Beauty, you’re nothing like you are in bed."

That tone, with its familiar rascal charm. The familiar voice was pressed very low, but that ambiguous yet lazy tone made her stop her move in an instant.

Her whole body went soft.

Not because she was turned on by the words, but shocked.

"Tang, Tang Si..." Song Yi’s voice trembled, how could it be him?

...

This fight ended abruptly, catching the audience off guard, leaving them wanting more but helpless.

Backstage.

Both had taken off their helmets.

Song Yi had Li Wen and Fu Jingsheng waiting outside.

Their faces glistened with sweat, the match leaving them both feeling refreshed.

Song Yi stared at Tang Si unblinkingly.

He leaned against the table, lazily half-sitting on the chair.

The angle of his jaw seductive as always, he didn’t speak, only breathing lightly.

The sound of his breathing seemed right by her ear, brushing against her eardrum, causing tremors, making her heart pound.

He stared straight at him, the deep blacks of his pupils seemingly tinged with deep desire.

Yet the faint smile blocked it, leaving no trace.

Seeing the woman’s dazed eyes, he raised an eyebrow.

Suddenly, he raised a hand, his fingertips tracing her hair gently.

Song Yi was stunned, watching the slight motion of his Adam’s apple, his thin lips moving: "Go take a shower first, don’t catch a cold later."

The man’s voice, as always, had a lazy tone, each word oozing a captivating magnetism, each word striking at her heart.

Slipping into her ears, evoking a hidden surge of emotion, the tingling sensation travelling along every nerve.

She had thought he would first question her about something, not expecting the first words to be this.

A dense, warming sensation swept through her heart, her nose tinged with acid.

No matter when, no matter how astounding the incidents, his focus was always on her, the person, not the matter.

In his world, the feeling was always of her being the center...

She couldn’t articulate that kind of sour yet contented dull ache.

Seeing her dazed, nose slightly red expression, Tang Si found it amusing, reaching out to remove her gloves, the motions careful and gentle, enveloping her in his proximity, entwined and wrapped.

"Still standing there stupidly." He took off her gloves, his eyes tender, utterly devoid of the fierceness from the platform earlier.

Looking up, his voice a sensual whisper, "Is it that you don’t have the strength to hit brother anymore, and want brother to help you wash?"

The man’s warm, magnetic voice skimming her eardrum, igniting a flush of heat, the simple tone carrying alluring desire.

Indulgent and unrestrained, every word seeped into her bones.

Song Yi’s breath slowed.

A rush of tingling sweeping through her.

How could there be a man’s voice so mesmerizing in this world, uh?

"I’ll go myself." As Song Yi spoke, she realized her throat was terribly dry, softly coughing to clear it.

Her eyes and cheeks tinted with an alluring blush, she turned to leave.

Yet the man’s gaze deepened slightly.

His chest and abdomen warmed, suddenly grabbing her wrist—