Martial Arts: The Secret Villain Starting from Huashan

At this moment, Luo Nianqing clenched her delicate hands into small pink fists, with her nails almost embedded in her palms, but she felt no pain at all, because the anger in her heart was far more intense than any physical pain.

"Lu Weizhao, this shameless man, was allowed to escape once again. This is really intolerable..."

Luo Nianqing whispered through gritted teeth, her voice full of contempt and indignation.

However, in this anger, Luo Nianqing's heart felt as if it was pressed down by a huge rock, unable to let go. Complex emotions flashed in his eyes, including indignation at the escape of the big rapist Lu Weizhao.

Moreover, there was a hint of deep helplessness and regret in her voice. Luo Nianqing sighed softly, and that sigh seemed to carry all her current heaviness and fatigue, and her tone revealed an indescribable sense of deep powerlessness.

"It seems that fate always favors those who are cunning. Lu Weizhao, this lecherous old fox, always uses his wisdom and tricks to escape from the pursuit of justice time and time again."

"And this time, he was rescued by his equally evil disciple Tian Boguang. These two, master and disciple, are really a nest of snakes and rats, working together in collusion. It's despicable, but there's nothing we can do about it."

Xu Xingchen, who was beside her, witnessed Luo Nianqing's slightly lost and helpless expression, and his heart couldn't help but surge with gentle ripples. He slowly stretched out his hand and gently patted Luo Nianqing's shoulders. That action contained endless pity and care.

Xu Xingchen's eyes were full of encouragement and comfort, an emotional exchange that could be deeply felt without words. Then, he spoke softly in a gentle yet firm tone.

"Alright, alright, that bastard Lu Weizhao got away this time. I won't be so lucky next time."

Hearing these words, Luo Nianqing's originally furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and the tears flickering in her eyes seemed to be melted by this warmth. She nodded her head gently, although she still felt a little unwilling and helpless in her heart, she could do nothing about it.

Afterwards, Xu Xingchen gently took Luo Nianqing's slightly cold slender hand, walked out of the yard, and came to the woods. Luo Nianqing's mood seemed to be shrouded in some invisible haze.

Accompanied by her lover Xu Xingchen, Luo Nianqing forced a smile, although there was a hint of subtle bitterness hidden in that smile. The sunlight shone through the dense leaves, casting mottled shadows, adding a bit of warmth and vitality to this quiet space.

The gentle breeze brought the sound of rustling leaves, as if it was the most melodious music of nature.

As time went by, Luo Nianqing's mood gradually calmed down, and she began to look around and appreciate the beautiful forest. The singing of birds, the humming of insects, and the gurgling of the stream in the distance intertwined to form a harmonious and peaceful picture.

At this quiet and slightly cool moment, Xu Xingchen's gaze fell gently on the gentle and beautiful Luo Nianqing beside him, and his eyes were filled with reluctance and determination.

It was as if there was a fierce struggle going on in his heart. Finally, after a moment of silence, Xu Xingchen opened his lips gently. His voice was soft but with a barely perceptible tremor.

"Qing'er..."

Xu Xingchen called out softly, and these two words seemed to contain endless tenderness and affection. They slowly drifted in the air, like the first breeze in spring, gently brushing across the cheeks.

Not only did it blow away the subtle chill in the surroundings, but it also wove a layer of delicate and warm feelings between the two of them.

"I have some important things to take care of. I'm afraid I can't stay with you any longer."

When saying this, Xu Xingchen stared at the woman in front of him, his deep eyes flashing with complex light, as heavy as a stone pressing on his heart, but more of it was deep apology and reluctance to part with her.

His voice is low and magnetic, and every word seems to be carefully crafted. It is both a helpless statement of reality and an expression of sincere emotions deep in his heart.

Hearing these words, Luo Nianqing's beautiful eyes instantly lost their former luster, as if shrouded by a layer of faint haze, and her expression changed from surprise at the beginning to loss.

That mature and delicate face was full of reluctance and sadness. She slightly opened her lips as if wanting to say something, but she didn't know where to start. She could only let the deep feeling of loss spread in her heart.

Looking back on the time she spent with her lover Xu Xingchen, although it was full of unknowns and challenges, and even occasionally encountered dangerous situations, it was these experiences that kept the two people's hearts closely connected.

With each other's company, Luo Nianqing felt unprecedented peace of mind and happiness. Whenever she encountered difficulties and challenges, as long as she saw her lover Xu Xingchen's determined figure and warm smile, she felt that everything could be overcome.

Xu Xingchen's eyes were gentle and deep. He keenly captured the subtle sense of loss in Luo Nianqing's eyes. It was a faint sadness, like the yellow leaves gently falling in autumn.

Although it was light, it was enough to touch people's hearts. Xu Xingchen couldn't help but feel a warm current in his heart, wanting to dispel the haze for her. Therefore, a warm smile bloomed on Xu Xingchen's face. That smile was like the sunshine in spring, warm but not dazzling.

Xu Xingchen slowly stretched out his arms and embraced Luo Nianqing's slender and soft waist in an extremely gentle yet firm manner. Her delicate body seemed even more fragile and boneless than he had imagined.

It’s like the willow branches in early spring that have just sprouted tender buds, which make people feel loving with a gentle touch.

"Qing'er..."

Xu Xingchen spoke softly, his voice was low and magnetic, with a hint of teasing and doting.

"Why? Are you reluctant to let me leave?"

While speaking, Xu Xingchen deliberately made his tone light and cheerful, as if it were the sudden sunshine in winter. He tried to use this method to ease the unhappiness in Luo Nianqing's heart.

When Luo Nianqing heard this, a blush appeared on her mature and pretty face. She lowered her head shyly, not daring to look directly into the affectionate eyes of her lover Xu Xingchen.

Seeing this, Xu Xingchen's heart couldn't help but soften a little at this moment, and he continued.

"Since we have time now, why don't we find a quiet place and enjoy our time together again? Besides, I've recently developed some new moves, so it's a good opportunity to try them out."

Luo Nianqing's heart was originally like the surface of a lake brushed by drizzles, rippling with layers of reluctance. Her eyes, like autumn water, flickered with complex emotions, including reluctance to part.

Mixed with shyness and anger at the sudden teasing of her lover Xu Xingchen, two red clouds quietly climbed up her mature and pretty cheeks, just like the first blooming peach blossoms in spring, delicate and beautiful.

Just as these emotions were intertwined, Luo Nianqing decided to respond to this sudden "provocation" with action.

She gently raised her arms, her wrists were as slender as willow branches, her fingertips seemed to contain endless tenderness and strength, and she slowly clenched them into small and firm fists. This was not just a simple action, but also a small release of her shame and dissatisfaction in her heart.

It seemed that he wanted to ease the shame and dissatisfaction in his heart through this blow.

However, Xu Xingchen was no ordinary person. He had already seen through the subtle fluctuations in Luo Nianqing's heart, and a gentle and slightly cunning smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, just before Luo Nianqing's little pink fist was about to fall.

Xu Xingchen's reaction was as fast as lightning. He quickly stretched out one hand and accurately grabbed the little pink fist that was about to exert force, as if he was catching a butterfly that was about to flap its wings and fly high.

At the same time, Xu Xingchen used his other hand to hold Luo Nianqing's slender and soft waist, and exerted just the right amount of strength, which neither made her feel the slightest discomfort nor held her tightly in his arms.

Luo Nianqing's whole body involuntarily leaned over, and the distance between the two of them instantly shortened, so close that they could almost feel each other's breathing and heartbeat. At this moment, all words seemed redundant, and the emotional exchange between them had surpassed the limits of language.