Peerless Martial Expert in the City
Chapter 169 - 172: Who Misses Me?

Chapter 169: Chapter 172: Who Misses Me?

"Um!"

Xiaoxiao had not expected Xiao Yi to actually go through with it and was completely unguarded. For a moment, she was stunned.

She quickly snapped back to reality, her heart starting to panic involuntarily as her small hands pushed hard against Xiao Yi.

So you can be scared too?

Feeling Xiaoxiao pushing hard against him, Xiao Yi, who had been somewhat lost in his thoughts, suddenly became clear-headed and was about to let go of her, but then he caught a glimpse of the panicked, scared look in Xiaoxiao’s eyes. At once, a bold idea cropped up in his mind. Humph, you have teased me for so long; now it’s time I claimed back some interest.

"Will you dare to tease me again?"

Seeing Xiaoxiao’s utterly panicked expression, Xiao Yi gently asked her by her ear.

"I won’t dare, I won’t dare!"

Xiaoxiao quickly shook her head vigorously.

"Sister Shen, you said it."

Having heard the words he wanted, Xiao Yi finally let her go, a triumphant smile playing at the corner of his eyes. In their struggle, he had finally scored a minor victory for the first time.

Sitting in the car on the way home, looking at Xiaoxiao, who still had a flush of embarrassment on her face and was driving quietly, Xiao Yi felt invigorated, as if a serf had turned into a master, and even straightened his back a bit more.

"Sister Shen, aren’t you going to invite me to sit at your place for a while?"

Upon getting out of the car, Xiao Yi thickened his skin and struck while the iron was hot.

"Go die! Aren’t you going to get off? If you don’t, I’ll kick you out myself."

Xiaoxiao glared at him fiercely.

"That’s disappointing, Sister Shen. Why don’t you come sit at my place for a while, then? There’s no one at my home."

Xiao Yi continued.

"Bang!"

Xiaoxiao lifted one foot off the brake and kicked towards Xiao Yi, but the moment her foot moved, Xiao Yi had already swiftly got out of the car. With a bang, he closed the car door, leaving behind his triumphant laughter, "Sister Shen, you really are too stingy."

This little bastard!

She had really misjudged him in the past, thinking he was a pure little sheep, but he turned out to be a wolf in sheep’s clothing, just with a thicker hide.

Hearing Xiao Yi’s laughter, Xiaoxiao gritted her teeth, with her cheeks puffing up as she drove towards the garage of her own home.

Back at home, the more Xiaoxiao thought about it, the more annoyed she felt. Xiao Yi, that little bastard, why is he like this?

Ah, wait, that little bastard... he did it on purpose!

Suddenly, Xiaoxiao thought of something and sprung up from the couch, feeling more and more like she had seen the light. If he really was that kind of person, he wouldn’t have had such restraint during those opportunities.

Alright, you little rascal, daring to flirt with me. Humph, just wait and see how I deal with you.

The annoyance on Xiaoxiao’s face disappeared all at once, replaced by a light, enticing smile. She sniffed haughtily through her nose.

"Achoo!"

In the villa across the way, Xiao Yi, having just set the water and feeling immensely pleased, prepared to take a shower when he suddenly sneezed loudly.

Strange, why did I sneeze?

Xiao Yi touched his nose in confusion, his eyes filled with puzzlement. After thinking for a while and still unable to figure it out—with his constitution, catching a cold was simply not possible.

Could it really be that someone is missing me? Recalling that saying about missing, scolding, nagging...

Who could it be?

The old man? Definitely not.

Xiaoxiao? That’s unlikely too; we just split up, and she’s probably still figuring out how to scold me.

Xiaoxiao, that girl, doesn’t seem likely either. She’s heartless, only thinking of me when it’s time to fight—who is she going to fight in the middle of the night?

After thinking about several people, all of them seemed unlikely, Xiao Yi didn’t want to dwell on this trivial matter anymore, and he soaked in the bathtub.

...

The next morning, after getting up from his cultivation and having breakfast, Xiao Yi headed to school at his usual, unhurried pace. He had now grown accustomed to this lifestyle and had mastered the timing perfectly. With this pace, he would arrive at the school just in time, not too early or too late, just as the bell rang.

He definitely did not want to get there early and be stuck between Zhao Yuhua and Zeng Xiaoxiao.

"Kid, come here, come, let auntie give you a hug..."

Just as Xiao Yi had walked up to the next street corner, suddenly a woman’s voice with a northern accent reached his ears from one side. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)

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