Xiao Quan scrambled to his feet, feeling like his leg was about to break, incredulously staring at the person. Upon closer look, he discovered that this person had fair skin, slender eyebrows, narrow eyes, pale lips, and long hair tied in a high ponytail, making the corners of the eyes slant upwards, adding an extra sharpness. The demeanor was cold and stern, appeared just like a man, but something still felt off. Xiao Quan, being competitive, had his fighting spirit ignited by that kick. He stretched his limbs, stepping towards her, "Impressive, how about a spar?" Wan Fu quietly withdrew his outstretched foot. The person’s thin lips curled slightly with a bit of disdain. Xiao Quan was driven by his fighting spirit and rushed towards her. Without seeing how the opponent moved, Xiao Quan’s body was suddenly sent flying. With a heavy "bang", he crashed to the ground. Mingyue elegantly retracted her leg, looking effortlessly cool and handsome! Wan Fu squinted his eyes slightly. He didn’t even see how this person made a move. The skills were too bizarre; if this were an enemy, one couldn’t imagine the consequences. Yellow Hair stroked his chin, deep in thought, suddenly attacking Mingyue with lightning speed. Mingyue sneered at his overestimation of his abilities, supporting herself on the wall with one hand, spinning in mid-air, perfectly dodging Yellow Hair’s attack. Her body twisted at an incredible angle, landing a kick on Yellow Hair’s face. Yellow Hair let out a miserable cry and was sent flying. Mingyue landed softly, her skirt fluttering, exuding a chilly elegance. Yellow Hair’s skills were second only to Wan Fu, yet he couldn’t withstand even one move from this person. The martial arts style was unfathomable, swift as lightning, giving no chance to catch a breath. He weighed how many moves he could take against her and was deeply shocked by the result. There was no chance at all. "Wow, Sister Mingyue is amazing." Ah Yun looked at Mingyue in admiration, stars in her eyes. Yellow Hair got up, rubbing his face: "Damn, didn’t you know you’re not supposed to hit the face? If my handsome face gets ruined, how can you take responsibility?" "A bunch of losers." The thin lips spat out this sentence coldly, not bothering to look at them again. Leaning against the wall, one leg bent backward, arms folded, head slightly lowered, eyes slightly closed, exuding a demeanor of do-not-approach. Xiao Quan, Yellow Hair, and Wan Fu’s faces turned ashen, questioning what psychological shadow area would be left from a group of elites being called losers. Yun Ya carefully ladled pig knuckle soup into a small bowl, took a spoonful, blew on it, and brought it to Yan Song’s lips. This content belongs to noveⅼfire.net Yan Song was delighted to be served, "Delicious." Yun Ya smiled and said, "If it’s delicious, have some more." As a result, Yan Song lay on the bed, hugging his round belly, remembering that during his last injury hospitalization, it was Yun Ya who took care of him meticulously, and he even gained a few pounds after being discharged. Yun Ya was peeling an apple, her jade-white hand holding a fruit knife, peeling the skin in circles. The peel didn’t break one bit, and the peeling skin dangled in spirals. Yun Ya’s hand didn’t pause at all. Yan Song watched quietly with tender eyes. The dangers of bullets and gunfire, the harsh winds felt as if they were swept away by the torrent of time. Only at this moment, facing his beloved, in a place where a glance upward could see her, outside the window the sun was calm and serene, the whole room tranquil and cozy. Only wishing for time to forever stop at this moment. Today, she looked beautiful, wearing a purple long dress, sitting quietly on the chair like a blooming purple lotus, delicate and distant, standing out from the world, the most beautiful scenery in his world. She lowered her brows, her long hair cascading from her temples, making her already fair and translucent face look even more so. Her long eyelashes and downcast eyes had a gentle tranquility that made his heart turn inexplicably soft. Mingyue was right, she was alluringly criminal. Yan Song’s Adam’s apple moved. In the quiet room, this sound was particular and noticeable. Yun Ya paused the hand holding the knife, raised her eyes to look at him, "Brother Yan, you...." Before she could finish the words, Yan Song’s strong hand clutched her wrist, giving a forceful pull. Startled, Yun Ya dropped the apple in her hand, which rolled onto the ground. The next moment she was pulled into Yan Song’s arms, pressed beneath him as he turned over. Yan Song’s hot body was tightly against hers, her heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively reached out to push him: "Don’t do this...there are people outside...." Yan Song buried his face in her neck, humming childishly, "Yaya, I feel uncomfortable." Yun Ya said helplessly, "You’re still in the hospital. You need to rest properly. What’s going on in your head all the time?" Yan Song’s hand began to misbehave, Yun Ya pushed him slightly, but his heavy body didn’t move an inch, making her breathless: "Don’t...."