Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

t to leave when an arm quickly came flying out of the covers.
It pulled him downward and his body rolled onto the bed.

Chu Qi gaped in shock at the girl on top of him.
“Your pressure point…”

“My father taught you martial arts, and he was the one who taught me too.
Even though my skills aren’t as good as yours, I’m not too bad.” Ji’er coughed while she spoke and fresh blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

Even though she had successfully overcome the pressure point, it had also caused her to be wounded internally.

Her martial arts skills were not as powerful as Chu Qi’s and forcing herself to overcome the pressure point had harmed her internal organs.

Chu Qi’s heart ached as he looked at her.
“Why would you hurt yourself this way?”

“It’s all worth it for you.” Ji’er looked deeply at him as she wiped away the blood from her mouth.
She lowered her head and inched closer to him.

The scent of blood filled his nostrils instantly and Chu Qi gulped.
His fingers, which were pushed down on the blanket, turned white.

While they were struggling against each other in bed, Ji’er kissed him on the lips.

Unlike the light peck she had given him at the South Conquering General Mansion, Ji’er kissed him deeper this time.

Her movements were inexperienced and messy, yet her kiss was enough to light a fire inside Chu Qi.

The coldness in his body was slowly replaced by manic heat.

It was only when her soft, tender hands pressed against him that he was able to break away from the trance caused by her kiss.

He held her waist and pushed her away determinedly.

Ji’er stared at him blankly.

She had felt his desire for her in that instant.
Why was he able to push her away in such a clear-minded manner?

Ji’er knew that whatever was written in that novel was a lie.

Chu Qi’s long hair was disheveled and he got off the bed in a fluster.

Only he knew how close he had come to losing control at that moment.

He felt ashamed and guilty at the same time.

He nearly had Ji’er…

The light in his eyes dimmed.

Ji’er stared at his adamant figure with his back facing her.
Her voice was hoarse as she called out helplessly to him, “Lil Qi…”

Chu Qi did not turn back.
He suddenly picked up a fruit knife off the table.
The cold blade was sharp and it reflected the distant look in his eyes.