One move to defeat M Soul

Yu Fuli's eyes turned completely cold.

Facing Jiang Yu's approaching posture, he not only did not retreat, but instead slightly raised his chin. The black and gold military uniform he had not yet changed out of gave him a strangely cold and hard aura at this moment.

"My private matters are none of your concern." He spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice low but clear. "As for your praise and concern, I received them, but I don't need them. Now, please leave."

He directly ordered them to leave, leaving no room for negotiation.

Jiang Yu's smile faded slightly, and a sharp light flashed deep in her azure eyes, as if she had been aroused with even greater interest, or as if she was displeased with this ruthless rejection.

He remained standing still, instead scrutinizing Yu Fuli a few more times, as if assessing something.

"The teacher really doesn't hold back," he sighed softly, but his tone betrayed little regret, instead carrying a hint of eagerness. "However, the harder a flower is to pick, the more fragrant it smells, doesn't it?"

This is almost a blatant declaration.

Yu Fuli was burning with rage.

What's going on in this world?

One by one, they all inexplicably fixed their gazes on him.

Yun Bai could be somewhat explained away by her abnormal mental state, but what about Jiang Yu?

According to the original setting, shouldn't this guy's interest be firmly tied to the protagonist, Lin Xun?

What's with clinging to him like that?!

This pent-up frustration was burning away his reason.

Looking at Jiang Yu's smug smile, a thought suddenly popped into my head.

Yu Fuli suddenly stopped, turned around, met Jiang Yu's gaze, and slowly broke into a bright smile.

That smile was completely different from his usual gentle or indifferent demeanor; it was as if a layer of ice had suddenly cracked, revealing a breathtaking brilliance that could capture everyone's attention in an instant.

Jiang Yu was indeed stunned, a hint of undisguised infatuation flashing in his eyes.

Taking advantage of the situation, Yu Fuli stepped forward, reached out, and wrapped her arms around Jiang Yu's neck in a seemingly affectionate manner, pulling him closer.

The distance between them suddenly shortened, so close that they could feel each other's breath.

Yu Fuli tilted her head slightly, her warm lips almost touching Jiang Yu's earlobe. She lowered her voice, her breath coming out softly, a seductive whisper:

"Trying to pick me?"

His voice was very soft, like a feather brushing against the skin, but the content made Jiang Yu's heart race.

"Okay."

Jiang Yu was startled by this sudden "compliance" and the presence so close to him.

Yu Fuli exuded a clear, cool scent that seemed to contain a dark, cold fragrance. It wasn't sweet or cloying, but strangely made people feel dizzy.

The warm, alluring breath spraying against his neck sent a shiver of tingling pleasure through his skin. Almost instinctively, he raised his hand, wanting to encircle that seemingly fragile waist—

It's now!

The fake smile in Yu Fuli's eyes froze instantly, turning into a cold, icy glint.

The arm around Jiang Yu's neck tightened suddenly, the five fingers gripping his blond hair at the back of his head, and with an extremely brute force, slammed the unsuspecting Jiang Yu downwards!

At the same time, Yu Fuli's bent knee was already poised to strike Jiang Yu's soft abdomen with maximum force, precise and ruthless!

"Well--!"

A short, suppressed groan escaped Jiang Yu's throat.

The excruciating pain exploded instantly, causing his vision to go black and his stomach to churn violently. All his romantic thoughts were crushed to dust in an instant.

He instinctively curled up, his handsome face contorted in pain, and cold sweat instantly beaded on his forehead.

Yu Fuli pressed closer again, maintaining this oppressive posture.

His voice was still very soft, even carrying a lingering, eerie tenderness, like a sympathetic whisper, yet every word was sharp as ice, clearly reaching Jiang Yu's ears, which were buzzing with pain:

"Remember this pain."

He paused, then nudged the convulsing abdomen with his knee in a threatening gesture.

"If you dare to have any more inappropriate thoughts..." His gaze swept downwards meaningfully for a moment, his tone so gentle it sent chills down your spine, "Next time, you'll have to go even lower."

After saying that, he released his grip on Jiang Yu's hair and even patted the other's stiff shoulder with a leisurely gesture, as if the vicious knee strike was just a dust brush.

Then, without glancing at Jiang Yu, who was huddled in place with a deathly pale face, he turned around and walked steadily but quickly toward the apartment building. His straight back completely shut out all the chaos and provocation, leaving only a cold, aloof silence.

Jiang Yu clutched his aching abdomen, barely managing to stay upright and not fall to his knees. He gasped for breath, raised his head, and stared intently at the figure that had disappeared at the end of the road.

After the initial excruciating pain, shock, humiliation, and a thoroughly aroused, even more turbulent and twisted sense of excitement, mixed with the lingering physical pain, surged wildly in his azure eyes.

Jiang Yu hunched over, panting heavily for a while. A few strands of golden hair on his forehead were soaked with cold sweat and clung to his pale skin. The sharp pain in his lower abdomen came in waves, making it almost impossible for him to maintain his standing position. He had to lean more heavily against the wall next to him.

After the initial excruciating pain and the sudden, embarrassing humiliation, a strong sense of humiliation clung to me like vines.

When had Jiang Yu ever been treated like this? Was he being retaliated against in such a brutal and direct manner by someone he considered an interesting prey?

However, unexpectedly, when the physical pain subsided slightly, what surged up in my heart was not pure anger or a desire for revenge, but a more complex and intense excitement.

Yes, I'm excited.

Yu Fuli's final, seemingly light yet deadly threat, those icy yet dazzling eyes so close to his, and his decisive, almost violent counterattack—all of these things, instead of making him back down, were like a bucket of boiling oil poured on his already burgeoning curiosity and desire for conquest.

"Ha..." Jiang Yu chuckled softly, his voice hoarse from the pain, but it couldn't hide the growing interest in it.

He slowly straightened up, his abdominal muscles still twitching, but he forced himself to stand upright, his gaze fixed intently on the intersection where Yu Fuli had disappeared.

The tip of his nose could still seem to recall the chilling aura emanating from the other person when they were so close.

"You really went all out, Teacher Yu..." He muttered to himself, raising his hand to gently press his still slightly aching lower abdomen, but the corners of his mouth uncontrollably turned up, forming an almost fanatical smile that was completely opposite to his pale face.