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Chapter 912: 903: Hot Springs (5)

Chapter 912: Chapter 903: Hot Springs (5)

Damn, so he denies everything after putting his pants on and also calls her ugly? How is she ugly? She may not be a celebrity, but she’s definitely a delicate beauty, okay?

Wei Jingjing, who usually adopts a literary youth persona in front of Xia Siyu, also turned red with anger: “I’m done with you!”

Song Fengzhi is usually unperturbed, but for some reason, he just had to butt heads with Wei Jingjing. Once Wei Jingjing made a move, a decent man doesn’t fight with a woman; there was no way he could hit her, so he could only defend as she attacked.

The three-piece set of a woman fighting: scratching, pulling clothes, and yanking hair. Usually, fighting in a hot spring came with the water flow slowing feature. When Wei Jingjing thrust out her claws, Song Fengzhi immediately caught them in mid-air. She swung her left hand, and Song Fengzhi still caught it. Wei Jingjing struggled, but she was a woman and no match for Song Fengzhi. After a couple of struggles, he still didn’t let go, infuriating her enough to yell, “Let go!”

Song Fengzhi wasn’t stupid; letting go just because she asked would result in her scratching him. Knowing she couldn’t escape, Wei Jingjing began to kick. While the water resistance might slow them down, Song Fengzhi feared being knocked over, so he retreated with her all the way to a corner of the hot spring.

This place had private baths all set up the same way, with the edges of the hot springs lined with pebbles. These pebbles are usually useful for health while walking or leaning against them, but for the brawling Wei Jingjing at the moment, having her back against the pebbles was painfully unbearable.

She had never been in a fight from childhood until now, and today she decided to go all out. But wanting to struggle and being capable of breaking free from Song Fengzhi’s hold were two different things. The two tussled in the cramped pool, until Wei Jingjing’s strength was waning more and more.

Song Fengzhi initially didn’t release her, until Wei Jingjing had been quiet for a long while, then he finally let go. As soon as he did, he realized that the person in front of him seemed a bit off, breathing rapidly, heart racing, and even under the dim evening lights, her complexion appeared an abnormal shade of red.

Song Fengzhi quickly got up, concerned something might happen to Wei Jingjing. Upon standing, he realized that sure enough, Wei Jingjing lacked the strength and was leaning against the pool’s edge, frowning, seemingly in discomfort.

But Song Fengzhi also worried she might be feigning weakness. If he went to help her again, she might turn the tables on him, so he quickly got up, putting his shoes on and went indoors without lingering. His pajamas were soaked; best to take a shower and change into a fresh set of pajamas.

By the time Song Fengzhi emerged from the bathroom, the wind outside was strong — the north wind was howling as if it were about to snow. Drying his hair with a towel, he looked the picture of calm, but internally he wondered, could that person still be soaking outside?

Turning the thought over, he questioned, why should I care if she’s dizzy? When she wakes up, she’ll probably just trouble me again.

Even so, Song Fengzhi wiped his hair as he walked into the living room. The living room was quiet, with only the whooshing of the wind outside. He stood there for several seconds before finally clenching his teeth and stomping his foot: “I owe you one, fine!”

He went outside, and Wei Jingjing was indeed still in the same position against the pool wall. It had begun to snow, snowflakes falling on the surface of the water, melting into raindrops. Song Fengzhi watched for two seconds, then finally jumped into the pool, approached her, checked her breathing — good, she wasn’t gone — and then bent down to lift her up in his arms.