Chapter 29: Skin to Skin

  "Cong Ye!"

  Yan Qingcheng could tell that the pained cry didn't come from Cong Ye, but her heart grew even more tense. She had felt earlier that Cong Ye couldn't beat Xiao Si, and now Xiao Si was crying out in pain while Cong Ye remained silent, wasn't it saying...

  "Sister-in-law, I haven't..."

  "Boom."

  Before Cong Ye could finish speaking, the so-called big brother standing in front of Yan Qing Cheng took two steps forward and kicked Cong Ye's abdomen with one foot, sending him flying four or five meters away, heavily crashing to the ground.

  "Cong Ye!"

  Yan Qingcheng's voice was almost a scream. Because she heard very clearly the footsteps of the person standing in front of her rushing towards Cong Ye, and the sound of kicking Cong Ye, as well as Cong Ye falling to the ground without even finishing his sentence.

  "Sister-in-law."

  Cong Ye struggled to get up, facing the man who was slightly taller than her, in his thirties, and quickly glanced at Yan Qingcheng, who was trying to walk out of the pavilion with both feet, and hastily stopped him.

  "Sister-in-law, don't come over!"

  No time was given to Cong Ye and Yan Qing Cheng to speak, the opponent launched a Black Tiger Heart-Grabbing Fist again, striking towards Cong Ye's chest. Cong Ye crossed his arms, blocking the opponent's fist, but his body retreated one step back.

  "You little brat, how dare you hurt my brother."

  This person is obviously more skilled in martial arts than that little four. Perhaps he learned a lesson from seeing how Cong Ye knocked out Xiao Si earlier, and didn't give Cong Ye any chance to get close. Moreover, his fists and feet seemed to have eyes, directly targeting the key acupoints on Cong Ye's body.

  Standing at the edge of the pavilion, Yan Qingcheng's ears kept picking up the sounds of fists and feet hitting a body, although he didn't hear Cong Ye's cries of pain, Yan Qingcheng could still tell that the one being beaten was definitely Cong Ye.

  Cong Ye was indeed enduring it to avoid worrying Yan Qing Cheng, gritting his teeth and not making a sound. He continued to maintain the posture of facing the opponent, looking for an opportunity to get close. Until he had been punched and kicked countless times by the opponent, Cong Ye still hadn't found an opportunity. Suddenly remembering what their combat instructor in the troops had said:

  "In the process of fighting, always stare at the opponent's shoulder. Because no matter what action the opponent takes next, the first movement must be the shoulder."

  Right, since we can't get close to each other, why not think of a way to grab the fist that's coming at me? Matsumoto endured the pain and focused his energy on observing his opponent's shoulders. Before long, Matsumoto seized the opportunity, seeing both of his opponent's shoulders move simultaneously, unleashing a double-peak-piercing-ear technique. This technique was not unfamiliar to Matsumoto, who had once used it against Tomi.

  Seeing the opponent's fists coming from both sides towards his temples, Cong Ye raised his arms to his chest and parted them to both sides. In an instant, he flipped his wrists and placed his hands on the opponent's forearms. As soon as he thought about it, the hot flow in his meridians arrived, concentrating on his hands, and he suddenly pulled the opponent into his embrace.

  Originally, the opponent used a double-peak piercing ear technique, and their lower body must have been in a horse stance, with their legs wide apart, exposing their crotch to Cong Ye's legs. Cong Ye was also furious at the two of them, using the opponent's arms as a pivot point, grabbing tightly with both hands, his entire body suddenly leaving the ground, his knees thrust forward, fiercely striking the opponent's lower abdomen.

  That man never thought that Cong Ye would use such a desperate move, although his own legs were open, looking as if the middle gate was wide open. However, it only took an instant for him to switch from a horse stance to a small cross step. The thirty-year-old man who had been practicing martial arts for many years was about to close his knees when Cong Ye suddenly changed his move. With both hands using force, his knee caps immediately closed in and his feet stretched out in front of him, instantly printing onto the opponent's chest.

  This kick was a culmination of Cong Ye's pent-up anger and frustration, unleashing all his strength, including the mysterious hot flow in his meridians, which was concentrated entirely on his feet.

  "Wow, pffft."

  Luckily, Cong Ye Song's hands were in time, or else he would have been splashed all over his body by the mouthful of blood spat out by his opponent.

  Watching her opponent slump to the ground, Cong Ye walked into the pavilion, untied Yan Qingcheng's bound hands, removed the silk cloth from her eyes, and helped her sit down on the stone slab surrounding the pavilion.

  "Sister-in-law is sitting here waiting for me for a while."

  Congye turned around and came to the man who had just spat up blood, lifted his foot and kicked him in the back, and the man fell to the ground with a thud. Looking at Xiao Si, who was still unconscious, Congye didn't bother with him, but instead pulled the man on the ground up.

  "Don't you want to say something?"

  Seeing Cong Ye still looking vigorous, they knew that both of them had underestimated the strength of this young man. Especially the double kick to the chest just now, the power was too fierce. It seemed to penetrate through the skin and reach the internal organs directly.

  "It was Dier who brought us here."

  "Who is Di Rong?"

  "The social boss of Sifang City. Xiaosi and I are both his subordinates."

  "What's your name?"

  "Shi Da Jun. Xiao Si called Ren Yu Si."

  Shi Dajun didn't bother Cong Ye and directly told them their origins.

  "What will you do with us, Di Rong?"

  Cong Ye said, glancing at Yan Qingcheng sitting in the pavilion.

  "It's better to cripple you and drive you out of Guanhai City. As for that young lady, Di Rong won't let us touch her."

  "Uh..."

  "It was Xiao Si's idea, he said that people are too beautiful, since they met, playing with them won't let anyone know."

  Cong Ye didn't want to ask anything else, and with a burst of strength, he crushed Shi Da Jun's right wrist. Then he walked over to Ren Yu Si, who was still lying on the ground, lifted his foot and stepped on his left ankle, grinding it into the ground twice.

  "Ah——"

  Ren Yusi's shout had already drowned out the sound of many people moving around.

  Back in the pavilion, he helped Yan Qingcheng stand up.

  "Sister-in-law, let's go."

  The season was already deep autumn, and in a few days it would be the beginning of winter. Yan Qingcheng was dragged out of bed by Shi Dajun and Ren Yusi as soon as it got light, wearing only a nightgown, she had already been frozen to shiver. The excessive worry about Cong Ye's comfort earlier made her temporarily forget the cold, but due to tension, she broke out in a sweat instead. Now that she relaxed, she felt even colder. Although Yan Qingcheng tried hard to hold back and not shiver with cold, her body's natural reaction was beyond her control.

  Congye saw it with his own eyes, but for a while, he didn't know what to do. He was wearing only an undershirt himself, and he couldn't take it off to give to his sister-in-law; if he did, he would have to walk back into the bustling city bare-chested. Now was the peak hour of going to work in the morning, wouldn't he be taken as a freak?

  After hesitating for a moment, Cong Ye bent down and wrapped his arms around Yan Qingcheng, holding her entire body in front of him.

  "Sister-in-law, bear with it a bit, there are taxis downstairs."

  Yan Qingcheng didn't expect Cong Ye to choose this way to warm himself up, since he had already been hugged, he simply yielded and nestled in Cong Ye's warm, slightly sweaty arms. Knowing that his cheeks were already red, like all women when they're shy, he deceitfully closed his eyes.

  When he first picked up his sister-in-law, Cong Ye felt a momentary stiffness in her body, and then she softened. Her soft and elastic body was in his arms, lightly trembling with each step. Because Yan Qingcheng wanted to make it easier for Cong Ye, she had already wrapped her arms around his back, so her body naturally leaned against his chest. That trembling, inevitably rubbed against Cong Ye's sensitive and hungry skin that had never been in contact with a girl before.

  The soft body in his arms was making Cong Ye a bit unable to hold himself, so he quickened his pace, hoping to find a taxi soon and escape the current awkwardness. But unexpectedly, the faster they walked, the more intense the contact between their skin became, bringing even greater stimulation. Especially when Cong Ye inadvertently lowered his head, he saw two white mounds through the gap in his sister-in-law's strapless nightgown.

  "Let me down, Cong Ye."

  Suddenly hearing the low voice of his sister-in-law in his arms, Cong Ye only realized what had happened. Originally, morning was a man's most sensitive time, and with the stimulation brought by his sister-in-law's warm and soft body, Cong Ye naturally had a physiological reaction, unknowingly, he pressed against his sister-in-law's sagging buttocks.

  Cong Ye tensed up, almost throwing Yan Qingcheng to the ground. Fortunately, he was quick and managed to catch her as she stumbled. Cong Ye's face had already turned bright red, and he didn't dare look at Yan Qingcheng again. Without caring about being watched by passersby, Cong Ye swiftly took off his T-shirt, turned around, and handed it over to Yan Qingcheng.

  "Sister-in-law, you go first and I'll stop the car."

  Cong Ye's body, Yan Qingcheng saw that it wasn't just a casual encounter. Seeing the wounds on his face again, her heart ached and she almost shed tears. Without hesitation, she took the clothes Cong Ye handed over and put them on. Because Yan Qingcheng knew that wearing a thin silk strap dress in the morning rush hour would be too eye-catching.