Yu Huaiting gave Fu Songcheng no chance to breathe or think.
The will to win in his eyes spread like a prairie fire. He didn’t know why Fu Songcheng had slowed down, but he knew the opponent before him had shown a flaw.
“Why’d you stop fighting?”
Yu Huaiting pressed closer. Before the words fell, an elbow strike carrying a howling wind of torn air was already driving straight at Fu Songcheng’s chest.
Fu Songcheng gritted his teeth and forcibly swallowed the muffled groan rising in his throat, awkwardly raising his forearm to take the elbow strike head-on.
Bang!
The dull impact echoed through the empty training hall.
Sharp pain exploded between the bones—but more lethal than the pain was that the instant of physical contact, the “stamina drain” negative status took effect again.
Fu Songcheng’s breathing grew uncontrollably heavy. Unable to attack, he could only do his utmost to conceal his wretched condition.
Fist winds, leg shadows, mixed with their heavy breathing, wove into an airtight net.
Yu Huaiting threw himself in fully, carrying a ferocity that seemed to want to dismantle the other and swallow him whole.
Fu Songcheng’s brain raced, trying to find flaws in Yu Huaiting’s moves, but his body was like rusted gears, always half a beat slow.
Just as Fu Songcheng shifted his center of gravity slightly to dodge.
Yu Huaiting laughed softly.
He suddenly dropped low, a heavy sweeping kick with irresistible force precisely tripping Fu Songcheng.
Fu Songcheng felt an irresistible weakness in the backs of his knees; his whole body completely lost balance.
The instant weightlessness struck, Yu Huaiting didn’t use the chance to widen the distance—instead he pounced forward.
The massive momentum carried them both crashing heavily to the ground.
Bang—
They slammed hard onto the cold metal floor, backs hitting painfully.
Yu Huaiting pinned Fu Songcheng dead beneath him, his legs strongly clamping the other’s knees that tried to counterattack. One hand clamped like an iron vise around both of Fu Songcheng’s wrists, pressing them mercilessly above Fu Songcheng’s head.
“You lose—”
Yu Huaiting panted heavily, the corner of his mouth curving into a triumphant, feral smile, looking down from above as he declared his victory.
Yet before the words faded, he suddenly froze.
Fu Songcheng’s body temperature was somewhat hot, his chest heaving violently.
Those eyes that were always frosty, as if they could see through everything, were now veiled in a thin layer of moisture. The corners of his eyes even carried an abnormal, almost bewitching red flush.
Had he really fought that desperately?
Yu Huaiting suddenly felt guilty—seemed he really had gone all out just now, forgotten himself, completely forgot he was here to spar.
Fu Songcheng bit his lower lip, his gaze shifted away. Being stared at by Yu Huaiting made him even more humiliated—it felt as if the secret he was desperately hiding would be discovered.
“You…?”
Yu Huaiting’s voice unconsciously softened, even carrying an imperceptible panic. He pinned Fu Songcheng down, seeming to sense something off.
He could feel Fu Songcheng’s taut muscles.
In that instant, the system notification updated.
[System Notification: Negative attribute triggered—Desire.]
Almost the same instant the notification fell, the surrounding air seemed to be sucked dry in an instant.
Desire: Strips away reason, amplifies instinct, igniting all hidden, suppressed emotions and longings in an instant.
The knuckles of Yu Huaiting’s hand clamping Fu Songcheng’s wrists tightened involuntarily, his breathing growing heavier in just two seconds than during the fight.
And Fu Songcheng felt a huge buzz in his mind, the whole world spinning.
His body, already abnormally sensitive from the Sympathy Doll, now under the system’s buff, was practically a powder keg with its fuse already lit.
The warmth of Yu Huaiting’s palms, like a branding iron, made him tremble all over.
Those strange thoughts seeping from the cracks of his bones—making him want to flee yet inexplicably long to draw closer—invaded his reason without pause.
“Gege…”
Yu Huaiting involuntarily lowered his head, his warm, rapid breath spraying without reservation against the side of Fu Songcheng’s neck.
The distance between them was inches, so close that Fu Songcheng could see the equally disheveled reflection of himself in Yu Huaiting’s eyes.
Yu Huaiting’s lips drew closer and closer, his strongly aggressive scent enveloping Fu Songcheng wholly, sealing off all his retreat.
With his last shred of reason, Fu Songcheng closed his eyes and pulled up the system interface deep in his consciousness.
[System Shop Open.]
[Quick Search: Displacement/Teleport Items.]
[Item: Rest Area Teleport Talisman.]
[Function Description: Instantly teleports the user and their contact to a designated location, ignoring all spatial restrictions.]
[Price: 2000 points.]
[Confirm purchase and use? Yes/No.]
Fu Songcheng didn’t think much and chose Yes.
Just as Yu Huaiting’s lips were about to touch his, the two vanished from the spot in an instant.
Meanwhile, Source Star, the Star Network.
In Fu Songcheng and Yu Huaiting’s joint livestream room, the bullet comments—previously boiling over from their offense-and-defense and the updated Desire negative effect—fell into a three-second dead silence upon seeing the black screen.
At the center of the screen floated a system notice:
[The streamers have left the current public area. To protect player privacy, the livestream signal is temporarily interrupted.]
After a brief pause, the bullet comments screamed madly.
[???? !!!]
[Leopard Leopard Cat Cat I’m being born.]
[What does a black screen mean?]
[I’m a college student—show me the sequel!]
[Ahhhh I’m dying of suspense! What is it that this supreme VIP can’t see?! System, cut the feed back!!]
The livestream room was a chorus of a thousandwailing ghosts, while inside the instance, Fu Songcheng and Yu Huaiting could see only each other.
Their figures appeared out of thin air in Fu Songcheng’s clean, tidy rest room.
They crashed onto the bed together.
The pure white bedsheet, originally smooth without a single tiny wrinkle, was instantly twisted into a tangled mess.
Fu Songcheng lay face-up on the soft bed, gasping for breath, his chest heaving violently.
Yu Huaiting was still pressed on top of him.
The space had abruptly shrunk—from the empty training hall back to a bedroom full of Fu Songcheng’s personal scent. The undercurrent suppressed between them was magnified a hundredfold, a hundred times over.
Yu Huaiting’s hands braced on either side of Fu Songcheng’s ears, sinking deep into the soft pillow.
He continued what he’d been doing, slowly kissing down.
Very slow, yet with tremendous force.
The air grew thick as glue.
Their breaths intertwined.
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