Douluo: Martial Soul White Tiger, I am the White Emperor of Heaven

Chapter 629 Dai Chengfeng's Kitten

In pursuit of ultimate speed and agility, Zhu Zhuqing wore a specially made black training suit. The material was thin and highly elastic, perfectly conforming to the curves of her body.

At this moment, due to the intense exercise and being soaked in sweat, it clung tightly to her skin, outlining the girl's gradually growing figure in exquisite detail.

That slender waist displayed astonishing flexibility and strength when rotating and generating power;

The amazing elasticity that those straight, long legs unleashed when kicking, sweeping, and blocking;
The soft, undulating curves that were beginning to take shape due to the movement;
And beneath the damp, tousled hair, there was that long, slender, fair neck, its alluring veins slightly taut from exertion…

Each time he parried her attacking arm, his fingertips could feel the amazing elasticity and warmth of her skin beneath the damp fabric.

Every time I dodged her fierce leg techniques, my gaze inevitably drifted over the powerful and beautiful lines of her legs.

The wind she stirred up when she attacked carried with it her unique, cool aura, yet also a vibrant, life-giving scent emanating from her sweat.

Dai Chengfeng's throat bobbed involuntarily.

He knew this was wrong; this was a serious sparring session.

But some thoughts, once they arise, are hard to suppress.

Especially when facing Zhu Zhuqing—the girl who is nominally his fiancée, but whose relationship with him is actually subtle and complicated.

He suddenly recalled the completely different warm and soft beauty in the bedchamber, languid and alluring.

This contrasted sharply with Zhu Zhuqing's aloofness, sharpness, and unwavering resilience shrouded in sweat.

A strange psychological state, a mixture of stimulation and comparison, quietly arises.

His moves underwent an extremely subtle change at a certain moment.

Zhu Zhuqing threw a fierce straight punch at his chest, and Dai Chengfeng dodged to the side, his right hand, which should have blocked her arm...

But somehow, with a flick of his wrist and outstretched fingers, he gently brushed against the outside of her taut upper arm, following the trajectory of her arm's movement, in a very natural and almost imperceptible manner.

The sensation transmitted through the fingertips was that beneath the slippery fabric, the muscles were hard as iron due to exertion, yet contained the unique suppleness and elasticity of a young girl.

They separated in an instant, so fast it seemed like just a minor variation of a blocking motion.

Zhu Zhuqing paused almost imperceptibly, glancing at him with her cool eyes, but her attack continued, her left leg already silently sweeping towards his lower body.

Dai Chengfeng leaped up to dodge, landing precisely at the moment when her old strength was exhausted and her new strength had not yet been generated.

He should have taken the opportunity to create distance or launch a counterattack, but instead used the momentum from his landing to push forward.

As if he couldn't stop himself for a moment, he leaned forward and his left hand "subconsciously" reached out to support her waist.

Through the thin, sweat-dampened fabric, I could clearly feel the slenderness and firmness of that waist.

He could even feel the sudden tension in her waist muscles the moment he touched her, and the burning heat emanating from her skin.

"Be careful."

He spoke softly, his voice carrying just the right amount of concern, as if what had just happened was truly an accident.

Zhu Zhuqing didn't say anything, but twisted her waist to break free from his hand, and at the same time, she delivered a powerful elbow strike to his chest, with three times the force of the previous strike.

Dai Chengfeng accepted the attack with a smile, using the momentum to retreat, while a secret thrill and a sense of triumph spread through his heart.

He saw the fleeting embarrassment and annoyance in Zhu Zhuqing's eyes, but more than that, he saw a fiercer fighting spirit aroused by being offended.

She neither rebuked them nor stopped the attack.

This seems... to be a tacit agreement?
Or is it a helpless tolerance? Because he is her fiancé, certain "unintentional" touches can be placed within a vaguely acceptable boundary?
This realization caused a certain wicked element in Dai Chengfeng's heart to begin to stir.

Practicing with someone seems to make things a bit more interesting.

In the ensuing encounters, Dai Chengfeng's "unintentional" actions began to increase, becoming more "natural" and more concealed.

When parrying her tackles, my fingers would "inadvertently" glide across the inside of her wrist, where the skin was surprisingly delicate.
When disarming her, your arm will be "forced" to brush against her sweaty vest, feeling the slight protrusion of her spine and the heat of her skin.

In the midst of a close grappling match, his chin or shoulder would "just happen" to brush against her sweaty temples or cheek.

The wet, warm touch, mixed with her refreshing scent, went straight into my nostrils.

Zhu Zhuqing's breathing gradually became somewhat unstable.

It wasn't exhaustion, but rather an indescribable restlessness.

She could clearly sense Dai Chengfeng's subtle, inappropriate actions.

Each seemingly accidental touch felt like a tiny electric current coursing through her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

But his expression was always so serious and focused, as if he were completely absorbed in the competition, leaving her with no reason to lash out.

She could only transform that inexplicable shame and agitation into even fiercer and more ruthless attacks.

Each move was faster and more ruthless than the last, as if only by thoroughly beating down this somewhat despicable-looking fellow could they quell the ever-burning, inexplicable fire within their hearts.

But Dai Chengfeng's movements were really slippery, and his experience was also very good.

Despite her relentless attacks, he always managed to dodge and weave within a limited space. Those seemingly dangerous "accidental" encounters became more and more frequent, and more and more... impossible to ignore.

They passed each other again, Dai Chengfeng sidestepped her fingertips aimed at his throat, and grabbed her wrist with his other hand.

Zhu Zhuqing changed her move very quickly, flipping her wrist to grab his pulse point.

Dai Chengfeng neither dodged nor flinched, letting her hold him, but just before she exerted force, his thumb suddenly pressed lightly on a sensitive spot on her wrist.

"Um……"

A very soft, trembling groan escaped from Zhu Zhuqing's tightly clenched lips.

That press felt like pressing some strange switch; a tingling, numb sensation shot up along my wrist.

It made half of her body go weak for a moment, and the strength with which she was holding his wrist involuntarily loosened by a little.

In that split second, Dai Chengfeng twisted his wrist and easily broke free from her grip. At the same time, his other hand reached out like a fish, his fingers slightly spread, seemingly about to pat her shoulder.

Zhu Zhuqing hurriedly lowered her shoulders and retreated, but Dai Chengfeng's strike was just a feint.

His palm swept across half an inch above her shoulder, but the trajectory suddenly turned strangely downward, his fingertips brushing over the edge of the most prominent curve above her chest, which was heaving due to the intense movement.

Through the thin fabric that was already soaked with sweat and clung to the skin, the sensation of that instant was so clear it sent chills down my spine.

As if a spark had been dropped, Zhu Zhuqing was thrown backward like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, until her back pressed against the cold ironwood dummy before she stopped.

Her chest heaved violently, and her cheeks were flushed with a bright red, whether from exercise or something else, spreading all the way to her ears and neck.

Those eyes, which were always cool and calm, now seemed to have been stirred by a stone thrown into a cold pool, creating intense ripples of shame, anger, and disbelief.

She stared intently at Dai Chengfeng, her lips pressed together until they turned white, her breathing rapid.

(End of this chapter)