Volume 1 Chapter 121: Intimate Training for Lung Capacity

  Xiang Hong reluctantly withdrew her gaze.

  Time is a magical carving knife. In the mind of Sang Hong, there appeared common filming techniques in movies, such as in "The Legend of the Condor Hero", where two scenes with the same background are switched in an instant. When Yang Guo from his childhood intentionally fell into the water, but when he jumped out of the water with splashing water droplets, he had already grown into a handsome young man with some fine mustache on his upper lip, shouting "Little Dragon Maiden Auntie".

  But Shang Hong could almost imagine herself standing behind that window for a moment, time passing through her body, and letting her grow into the tall and slender girl she is now.

  She bowed her head from the standing large vase fragments and saw that handsome face looking at her with a complex and confused expression.

  "What's wrong with you?" she asked in surprise, having rarely seen Song Shuyu with such a complex expression.

  Song Shuwei took a step forward, stretched out his arm and hugged her waist tightly, whispering:

  "He has indeed been watching you, watching the obedient you, watching the mischievous you, watching the stubborn you, watching the strong you, Honghong. Perhaps from that moment on, you planted your lovely and playful appearance in his heart."

  Huh?

  Xiang Hong looked at him in confusion, what did he mean by saying this?

  It sounds so strange.

  This melodramatic tone doesn't sound like someone who's just eating vinegar!

  Song Shuwei seemed to have no intention of answering her question, but instead, with a complex mix of emotions, he smiled and pressed his lips together, grasping the back of her head with one hand and pressing it down, covering her slightly open mouth in surprise.

  His love had been waiting here for him all these years, with helplessness, despair, loneliness and longing. Now he finally understands why his heart has been wandering aimlessly for so many years, silently suffering in the darkness, because he is still waiting for her to awaken.

  He released her lips and gazed at her deeply.

  "Dear, thank you for appearing in my life!"

  Scarlet's ears buzzed, and between the humming sounds, she met his deep, scorching gaze. She was so tense that she couldn't say a word, nor could she blink her eyes. All she did was accept the information conveyed by his eyes. At that moment, she felt the wind on the mountain gentle, the sunset warm in her heart, and it seemed as if she had heard the clear calls of birds.

  His face gradually enlarged, and finally printed on her lips again. His strong arms almost broke her small waist, using force all the time, as if wanting to embed her tightly into his own embrace.

  Her lips were passionately blocked and sucked, the scorching breath intertwined with each other, her body was pressed into his arms with a strong force, and the air in her chest was almost squeezed out of breath.

  A kiss turns into dust!

  Xiang Hong felt that she was almost sucked out of all her spiritual energy by his kiss, her body soft and weak, her face burning like a fever, her whole body powerless.

  Her head struggled slightly, Song Shuyu came back to his senses from the daze, and loosened his right hand that was controlling her head a bit:

  "Now you understand the importance of lung capacity? You're always lazy when it comes to holding your breath, if you don't put in more effort, you might become the first woman to faint from a passionate kiss."

  He stifled a laugh, watching her take long, deep breaths, and teasingly mocked her, the vibrations from his chest that accompanied his laughter making her feel so ashamed she couldn't show her face.

  Pervert, always using his mouth to block her breath to train her lung capacity, every time just when she was on the verge of dizziness would he let go, it turned out that he also knew that he could suffocate her, and she had worried countless times whether she would be the first woman to die happily and tragically from a kiss.

  Xiang Hong's face was flushed as she wiped the moisture from her lips, taking a few deep breaths before she had the strength to retort: "Using force to coerce people, what kind of man is that?"

  Song Shu Wei licked his lips, his voice low and husky with a hint of charm.

  "I think this is just instinct, just dedication, my own strength is like that, and I have no choice but to lose momentum when I'm infatuated; choosing a girlfriend with such impressive skills also shows foresight; or do you think kissing a man who can be knocked down by your little finger would be more enjoyable?"

  Whoa! Must you be so arrogant?!

  Is it because you are strong and have a hard fist that you dare to openly despise her?

  "Hmm... I never thought of that, this suggestion makes sense, should I give it a try?" The woman tilted her small head to the side, deep in thought.

  Song Shuwei's eyes narrowed dangerously, his arm curved and clamped around her waist again, quickly and skillfully covering her small mouth once more.

  A certain woman struggled in vain - was restrained, shook her head - was pressed down, pounded her chest - was ignored, kicked her legs - was pinned down, ah ah ah, she couldn't even muster the strength to close her small mouth and bite.

  She was ashamed of her own weakness and laziness, could he really bear to smother her to death?

  She didn't believe it!

  However, the air in her chest was getting less and less, and her tears were about to choke out.

  It seems that words can't be spoken carelessly, is she going to be suffocated by him like this?

  She finally stopped moving obediently and responded to him weakly with the tip of her tongue, hoping that someone would give her a breath of air before she fainted.

  But a certain man obviously felt that she needed to be punished, without any intention of letting her off, and kissed her calmly.

  Helpless, she had to think on her feet and started pretending to faint. She had never won a single round in the multiple strong confrontations with a certain man, but her acting skills were so well-practiced that they became incredibly convincing.

  Song Shuyu felt that the little woman in his arms suddenly began to lose her strength, becoming soft and weak, silently despising him, and yet he still couldn't muster some backbone!

  He immediately and fiercely pulled out the last bit of air from her chest cavity, let go of her, raised his hand to help her catch her breath with a sly smile.

  "Only those with power have the right to speak, I hope you understand."

  "Huff huff huff - huff huff huff! My strength, my gender, my weight, my training time, everything about me is weaker than you. This is bullying the weak, it's not fair!"

  Xiang Hong panted heavily, no longer pretending to be dizzy, and angrily accused this barbaric guy.

  "This isn't a fight, it's just a test of lung capacity. And with some intense training, even if you can't beat me, you'll definitely be able to break free from my control. You've been slacking off lately."

  Song Shuyu commented casually.

  Is she really capable of becoming stronger than him?

  When she practices and becomes stronger than him, can't she also knock him down and make him dizzy like that?

  A certain woman in the car suddenly felt infinitely powerful, and the person in her arms was indeed a weak recipient. Moreover, those thin, moist lips were really tempting, she stared at his lips and started to swallow saliva.

  "Continue?" Song Shuwei gazed at her, her small eyes suddenly changing, her face looking even more charming and endearing, while her swallowing motion seemed to be an invitation.

  Xiang Hong was pulled back to reality by his aggressive actions, and he finally understood the true meaning of "ideal is plump but reality is bony". He couldn't help but feel stifled, knowing that he was still the weaker side.

  "No more, it's better to stop today's lung capacity training here." Xiang Hong weakly resisted.

  "Is that all? No! What did you say this morning, have you forgotten?" Song Shuyu reminded her casually.

  Xiang Hong's eyes widened, staring at his exceptionally bright and slightly greenish eyes, which shone like wolf eyes, causing her to subconsciously pinch the collar of her clothes: "What are you planning to frame me for this time, just say it."

  Song Shuwei saw her porcupine-like defensive posture and smiled softly: "Did I frame you?"

  The woman thought for a moment and then shook her head decisively.

  "What do you mean by grabbing the collar of my clothes? Are you telling me that's your weak defense line?" The man licked his lips, with a drooling expression, as if he was sizing up Little White Rabbit like a big grey wolf, thinking about where to take a bite first.

  "Hey, what did I say this morning? Why are you grasping at my words like that? You're being so reckless and unscrupulous, it's really too much!"

  Xiang Hong said weakly, trying her best to recall what she had said that would make him so bold as to tease her like this.

  "Hmm... 'Okay, please let me go now, don't be so intimate. Once we're on the bus and leave this place behind, you can be as affectionate as you want.' Doesn't this sound familiar to you?"

  Song Shuyu imitated her tone, saying with a smile, "You can let go now, I'll take over." He patted the small paw grasping her collar, hinting that she could drop it.

  Xiang Hong's mouth was agape, speechless, and weakly pinched the collar to resist: "Okay, okay, go ahead with your favorite lung capacity training, at worst I'll just pass out from suffocation."

  A generous and heroic appearance.

  Song Shuwei smiled slyly and whispered, "If you dare to pretend to be dizzy this time, I'll execute you on the spot. The scenery here is quite good, and our long-awaited outdoor battle can also take place here. Don't disappoint me."

  "Report to the superior, how many times of training? What is the time limit for each session? What score counts as passing?"

  Song Shuwei blinked her eyes, was there ever a woman so clueless about romance?!

  He had spoken so clearly, yet she didn't respond at all. Looking up, the blue sky was bright and clear above her head, while the sunset glowed warmly by her side. How could this beautiful woman with such delicate features be so indifferent? What a waste of such a perfect and serene scene.

  He scowled and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "Once, no time limit, until one side faints."

  Isn't this going to destroy her?

  Xiang Hong was just about to protest.

  "You'd better be prepared." Song Shuyu flexed the joints of his wrists and limbs, looking like he was ready for battle.

  Scarlet's face turned red with anger, knowing he was telling her there was no turning back now.

  Don't think I'm a softie just because I don't show my strength - you take me for a gentle rabbit or something!

  He immediately imitated him, twisting his neck, jumping down from the high pottery shard on which he was standing, kicking his legs, bending his waist, leaning forward - his arms moved to the back of his legs, leaning backward - his arms remained still, his head lowered until it almost touched the ground.

  Song Shuwei gazed at her slender waist, swallowing hard, the flexibility was really good, thinking about what pose would make himself more excited and indulgent.

  Xiang Hong took a deep breath, then smiled deeply and walked in front of him: "We can start now."

  Song Shuwei took one look at the height, raised his hand and hugged her waist, wanting to put her in a higher place: "This height is not suitable."

  "Lowering yourself to my level would be a disadvantage for you."

  Xiang Hong didn't back down at all, directly jumping down from high above and provokingly staring at him: "What, aren't you daring to?"

  Song Shuwei gazed at her untamed bright eyes and smiled: "You like this height? Then it's settled."

  He said with his head down, looking at her eyes little by little lowering his head.

  "The beauty trick won't work on me." Xiang Hong said with a cold smile, took a deep breath, wrapped her arm around his neck, and decisively kissed him on the lips in the moment he was slightly stunned.

  Song Shuwei was stunned and felt a completely different taste, the softness on his lips made him dizzy.

  At first, the two people lightly touched each other, looking for a suitable angle. Xiang Hong squeezed him slightly and made him back up: "Hmm, lean your back against that large earthenware jar over there."

  "Why don't you lean against that?" Song Shuyu turned her head to look and thought that being squeezed there by him might be even more comfortable.

  "Just now I was standing at a higher position, and you were given the opportunity to speak, so that you could teach me what it means for the strong to have the right to speak. Now shouldn't it be your turn to let me take half a step?"

  Xiang Hong licked her lips, calculating her moves, thinking about how she was going to take him down.

  Song Shuwei gazed at the subtle glow flowing between her eyebrows, and the sunset falling on her cheeks added a touch of charm to her. She was surprisingly able to enthrall his heart with this.

  He gazed into her eyes, hugged her waist, and slowly backed away until his back was against the large ancient jar that had been standing there for who knows how many years.

  "Red, you look great, can we start now?"

  He felt his throat parched and yearned for the nectar from her lips.

  Come on, don't be so seductive, how can a big man like you make her blood boil like this?

  Xiang Hong suddenly threw herself into his arms, her arms wrapped around his neck, and licked his slightly tense lips: "It's started, if you lose later, what should I do with you?"

  "As your defeated subordinate, you can do as you please, but what should I do with you now that you've lost?"

  Song Shuwei murmured, tentatively licking her lips.

  "Whatever you want." Shang Hong said, gently clasping his hands behind his back. "Is it okay if we hold hands like this?" She folded Song Shuyu's hands behind his back, crossing his arms at the base of his spine, then grasped his wrists with both hands and smiled intimately as they crossed each other.

  Song Shuwei knew she didn't want his arm to control her, so he sighed and said: "It's too much, if you lean your head back a bit, you can breathe, how are you going to exercise your lung capacity?"

  "I won't cheat, you can see for yourself." Shang Hong said with a confident expression, that confident little face made Song Shuyu feel amazed, how could she suddenly have such a victorious look.

  What conspiracy?

  But with his strength, she plots against him, he just thinks about it and wants to laugh.

  As expected, after Shang Hong finished speaking, she gave him a playful smile, pulled his neck to make him lower his head, and Song Shuyu, in order to make her more comfortable, didn't have to tiptoe, so he considerately slid his feet forward a bit, leaned his back against the wall of the big jar, and used his arm to cushion his back, so as not to bump himself.

  Xiang Hong looked at his movements and closed her eyes devotedly, starting to induce someone else to focus as well.

  She gently and closely kissed along his lips, Song Shuyu lost his vigilance in the daze, then he only felt her body tense up, she had already tightly pressed him against the wall of the vat, her lips forcefully pressed onto his, with the tip of her nose to one side, blocking his nostrils, then those small lips sucked and absorbed, suddenly, tightly sealing his lips shut.

  Song Shuwei's eyes snapped open, and he saw that Sang Hong's big eyes were filled with a smile. He let out a cold laugh and raised his foot to stand up, thinking that she wouldn't be able to hold her breath anymore. But unexpectedly, Sang Hong smiled slyly and kicked one leg between his legs, causing Song Shuwei's eyes to widen in shock, and he didn't dare move again.

  His head swung back and forth, and suddenly a great force came from his forehead, pinning his head firmly to the side of the vat.

  He rolled his eyes upwards, ahhhhh——so feet can be used like this too!

  This bad girl actually used her toes to touch his forehead, although her little sheepskin soft boots were very soft, but the toe was hard.

  Song Shuyu saw no way to counterattack and immediately began to wrestle for air from her mouth.

  The scarlet material arrived at him and he had been holding his breath for a while, and would have this movement, having already inhaled a bellyful of air and closed his breath.

  Now it's time for the two of them to officially start competing in lung capacity.

  Song Shuyu was preempted by her and naturally wasn't her opponent. After holding back for a while, she really couldn't bear it anymore, so she started taking action immediately.

  Xiang Hong felt his hands were about to break free from hers, and immediately laughed as she let go of his lips, hooking her lips and teasing: "How is it? The feeling of being calculated by someone isn't pleasant, huh?"

  Song Shuwei took two deep breaths, stood up straight, but found that the hands behind his back had been tied up. He struggled twice and immediately understood that there was indeed a conspiracy. The girl's resistance was stronger than his, and his trickery was useless against her. Her small scheme was a fatal blow to him. He couldn't help but smile bitterly:

  "Alright, I give up, let go of my hand."

  "I recall someone saying that the weak have no right to speak."

  Xiang Hong raised a small finger and pressed it against his lips, smiling very complacently.

  Then she stuck to his body, hooked up his chin, and kissed him in his stunned gaze.

  "Mmm... it's really delicious, no wonder you always like to bully me!"

  "Oh, this isn't fun at all. The steel wire on your wrist is so thin, it'll strangle me." Song Shuyu looked at her mischievous expression and couldn't help but laugh.

  "Be good and don't resist, it won't get any tighter, will I hurt you? How could I bear to?" Xiang Hong said, her small hands irregularly stopping on his woolen sweater, smiling and using her fingertips to draw circles.

  Song Shuwei felt that her fingertips carried an electric current, instantly making his whole body even more in the zone.

  "You - what do you want to do?" He looked at Sang Hong's appearance, which was like a small hoodlum with drool dripping from his mouth, and couldn't help but feel startled. Immediately afterwards, he thought, "Look at what he said, how can he be so lacking in confidence."

  "Stop messing around, little one, it's almost dark and this place isn't very safe."

  Song Shu said seriously and wanted to get up, but her knee continued to press against him maliciously.

  He wanted to take action, but was bound by her exquisite steel chain - this was the second time he regretted giving her this gift.

  Alas, will this time be even more depressing than last time?

  Last time she almost escaped with just a thread of meat; this time, what trick is she going to play?

  Wild battles are indeed too evil, just thinking about it in your heart will get you struck by lightning!

  In response to his speculation, Xiang Hong's small paws indeed began to move downward in an evil manner.

  "If I were the one being tied up, you should be sneering triumphantly now, shouldn't you?"

  The sky is getting dark, isn't it just as you wished?

  "Have you thought of how to torture me with your posture? Speak up and let's communicate, your body flexibility is not bad either."

  Xiang Hong finally managed to get the better of him once, gained an upper hand, and wasn't willing to give up enjoying the fruits of her labor so soon.

  "Hong Hong, what are you talking about? You've made me think I'm some kind of person. Every time, isn't it always considerate of your feelings, making you feel comfortable? Now, like this, I'm not feeling comfortable at all."

  Song Shuyu heard her words and sneered, trying to cover up but instead revealing more.

  "You'd better confess honestly, otherwise, next year's today will be your unlucky day." Sang Hong gritted her teeth and threatened, with a smug look on her face.

  "What? That's too cruel, isn't it?" Song Shuyu listened to her sweet little mouth uttering such bloody and threatening words, and indeed had a unique flavor and charm.

  "Ruthless? Not ruthless! Hehe, the '忌' character in this '忌' day is read incorrectly. My Mandarin is not up to your standard, it's a bit 'boorish'. The '稽' character should be read with a first tone, now you read it for me according to the standard pronunciation: '明年的今天就是我稽日', go ahead and read."

  This girl is indeed a master of teasing, Song Shuyu was speechless and lost his smile, being lifted by her hand and pinched on the chin: "Read it, or you won't read it, you will die in a very embarrassing way."

  Hehehe, a certain girl learned from the bad guys on TV and gave a sly smile.

  Song Shuwei blinked and read her words again: "Next year's today is your Jiari."

  Xiang Hong ground her teeth, and fiercely kissed him on the face, intentionally spitting saliva all over his face. Looking at his disgusted expression, she said with satisfaction: "Not honest, huh? Misread it, it's me - my birthday."

  "It's your fault!" Song Shuyu said with a naive and confused expression.

  "My patience has a limit, now, please repeat this sentence in the first person, dare to provoke me again and try it."

  Song Shu Yu looked at her small paws reaching towards his collar, speechless to the extreme, crying and laughing at the same time, could it be that she also wanted to stretch out her hand to touch?

  What does she want to touch? Men are not like women with a sense of touch!

  Suddenly a flash of inspiration struck her, and she felt that maybe it really didn't matter, but the places where her small paws passed by made him feel unbearable.

  He immediately hung his head in despair and resignedly repeated it in the first person.

  Xiang Hong listened to him finish, and immediately made a "V" shape with her thumb and index finger, making a mischievous smile like Guo Furong: "Hahaha - just thinking that you Song Shuyu also fell into my hands today, it really makes me extremely happy, hahaha -"

  "Hey, you've got a wicked smile there. Want me to practice it with you?" Song Shu Yu said with an innocent look on his face.

  Xiang Hong was taken aback, stopped smiling, and looked at him seriously. What's going on with him now? He seems a bit different.

  What's different now?

  She was sizing him up, only to feel a sudden tightness in her waist, his arm had already forcefully pinned her against the leg that tormented him.

  What's going on?

  She reacted and immediately jumped up using the force of his arm, kicking his face with her other leg while pressing the steel rope on her wrist, trying to struggle desperately, if she could tie one of his hands, she would have a better chance.

  Song Shuwei wouldn't let her have her way, and immediately threw a silver steel wire at her: "You always use the things I gave you to deal with me, I've been wanting to take it back for a long time."

  Xiang Hong let out a cry of surprise and stopped attacking, bending down to pick up the shortened steel wire with claws. She stared at it in disbelief, looking again and again, and finally shouted in anger:

  "You - how could you?! How could you break the thing that's keeping me alive?!"

  "What are you yelling about? Save your energy and shout again in a bit, let me get more excited." He said, step by step approaching.

  "You're a bad person, something so important, you've ruined it for me, you owe me."

  Xiang Hong sniffled and rubbed her nose, her eyes welling up with tears.

  "When you used it to plot against me, you should have known the consequences. Now, are you going to surrender quietly or do I need to take action?" Song Shuyu smiled and walked calmly towards her.

  "You - what do you want to do?" Shang Hong exclaimed in a low voice.

  "How come you always learn from me? My lines are so classic, making you remember them vividly?" Song Shuyu said as he reached out to pinch her chin, lifting up her frightened little face.

  "You didn't mention it and I really hadn't realized, but it turns out that bullying you is actually so satisfying."

  What? Don't say that, Sang Hong felt like she was really going to faint this time, and nervously swallowed her saliva.

  Song Shuwei lowered his head and pecked a kiss on her small face, then wiped his own face with his hand, saying: "I've taught you so many times, when kissing my face, you always leave saliva behind. Is it because I haven't kissed you enough lately, that your saliva is overflowing? Just right, I'm parched."

  Saying that, he lowered his head and looked at her, casually licking his lips as if nothing was wrong.

  Xiang Hong begged for mercy in a very unspirited way: "Okay, dear husband, stop it. I was wrong, I admit my mistake. I shouldn't have scratched the tiger's head or touched the sensitive spot on your head..."

  "What's wrong with that? If I didn't give you the chance to show off, I really wouldn't have known that you're so good at teasing people, and yet you have such a cute little face. Now, let me see you perform that sly smile again."

  "Hmm, when asking someone for advice, shouldn't you at least show some humility?" Xiang Hong chuckled and smiled, trying to change the subject.

  "What's there to ask for guidance?" Song Shuoye was puzzled as to how her tormenting performance had turned into a question he wanted to ask for guidance.

  "Haha, actually, my smile is just a pretentious show of being fierce on the inside and gentle on the outside. I'm not even comparable to you, with just a hint of a smile at the corner of my mouth, it's already so wicked, why would anyone need to learn from me?"

  Xiang Hong sneered at herself instead.

  "Don't try to fool me with your sweet talk, what you just said is correct, I really have thought about the posture of outdoor fighting. Are you going to cooperate or do I need to use force? I'm giving you a choice, isn't that fair?"