"Wait a moment," Gao Meng, momentarily stunned by Song Qiao's words, called out to him as he turned to leave.
Hearing her, Song Qiao's steps halted abruptly. He turned back to look at Gao Meng, his brow furrowing slightly.
But the frown quickly smoothed out, replaced by a helpless sigh.
"What's wrong?"
Gao Meng thought for a moment, looking at him with a face full of confusion.
"When are we leaving? Don't forget, we still need to go to Modu."
She had a feeling Song Qiao had been busy with various matters these past two days, and he hadn't mentioned going to Modu at all.
This left her feeling a bit lost, unable to figure out Song Qiao's intentions for the moment.
Not only that, but he had also been spending less time at the martial arts school each day.
Earlier, he hadn't even shown up in the morning.
Thinking of this, Gao Meng felt a headache coming on.
"You seem to be running around every day these past few days, I don't know what you're busy with, but Modu..."
Gao Meng paused here, but her meaning was clear in her eyes as she looked at Song Qiao.
Song Qiao remained silent for a long time. He looked at Gao Meng's confused gaze and gently shook his head.
"I will go back."
His voice paused here for a moment. Song Qiao squinted his eyes, his tongue lightly licking his lips, his gaze filled with coldness.
"But not now. It will be after I've finished what I'm doing."
He added silently in his heart.
*After the damned die!*
Gao Meng's eyelids drooped slightly, and she nodded gently, saying nothing.
At this moment, the coldness in Song Qiao's eyes dissipated a little. He looked at Gao Meng, who seemed lost in thought, and walked up to her.
"What's wrong?"
In response to his question, Gao Meng just shook her head and didn't speak.
Song Qiao knew she was anxious, but with so many things to deal with, it wasn't an option to just abandon everything.
Thinking of this, Song Qiao let out a soft breath and raised his hand, intending to stroke her hair.
However, as Song Qiao's hand just brushed against her hair, he could feel the person beneath him instantly react. A slender, boneless arm reached up, its palm grasping his wrist.
Although the arm was delicate, the strength behind it was not to be underestimated.
Song Qiao's eyebrows rose slightly, a look of surprise on his face.
He knew Gao Meng was a bit displeased, so he didn't say anything. With a slight smile, he gave his arm a small shake. Gao Meng let out an involuntary gasp and leaned to the side.
Although she quickly stabilized herself, Song Qiao had managed to break free from her grasp.
After doing all this, Song Qiao looked at Gao Meng with a smile and flicked her forehead lightly with his finger.
"You little rascal, why are you still using the moves I taught you against me?"
Without answering him, Gao Meng just pouted, touching her slightly aching forehead and widening her eyes slightly, snorting softly.
This display left Song Qiao with a mix of amusement and exasperation.
He let out a helpless sigh.
"You know you can't beat me."
Using what a master taught against the master was truly something else.
Song Qiao stepped forward again and, as before, raised his hand to rub her hair. This time, however, Gao Meng didn't lash out.
"Just wait a little longer. It won't be too long. We'll finish things here soon. Don't be anxious."
Gao Meng frowned, then took half a step back, her large, clear eyes staring at him.
Although she didn't make a move, her face clearly conveyed the words "I'm unhappy."
Before Song Qiao could speak, Gao Meng's lips couldn't help but pout, and her words became a little unclear.
"Wait a little longer, wait a little longer. You won't give me a specific time, how will I know when to stop waiting..."
Despite the muddled words, Song Qiao got the general idea and couldn't help but chuckle.
"Alright, I understand. To make it up to you, how about I teach you another move?"
Hearing this, Gao Meng's eyes immediately lit up. She was naturally eager to learn, especially in martial arts.
"Really!"
"That's wonderful! I couldn't ask for anything more!"
Seeing the excited Gao Meng, Song Qiao laughed heartily. "Come, extend your hand."
Although she had some doubts, Gao Meng obediently extended one hand.
The next moment...
"Ah—"
Gao Meng, who had been brimming with excitement, suddenly cried out.
The hand she had extended was directly grabbed!
As Song Qiao's arm exerted a slight force, pulling her into his embrace, Gao Meng stumbled directly into his arms.
At this moment, a strong scent of male pheromones filled her nose. Gao Meng's face immediately flushed red. She took a deep breath and pursed her lips tightly.
Song Qiao, feeling the person in his arms stiffen, let out a soft laugh. He squeezed her wrist and then intertwined their fingers.
Feeling the touch of her hand, Song Qiao couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
"Your hands feel nice. I didn't expect that after practicing martial arts for so long, your skin would have gotten even better."
Just those few words caused Gao Meng's face to turn as red as a ripe apple, making her look incredibly tempting and irresistible.
"You pervert!"
Although she uttered these words, Gao Meng wasn't angry. She only struggled symbolically for a moment before stopping.
By now, she realized she had been teased again.
It had come completely unexpectedly.
Just as she was grumbling inwardly, Song Qiao suddenly let out a loud laugh.
"So, you must be more vigilant in the future. Don't be so careless. It's fortunate it was me. If it were someone else, what do you think your fate would be?"
Gao Meng rolled her eyes at his words, feeling utterly speechless.
If it weren't for the person standing in front of her being Song Qiao, how could she have fallen for it so easily?
Song Qiao held her in his arms, patted her back, and then released her.
The moment he let go, Gao Meng was about to make a move, but Song Qiao restrained her first, nipping her intentions in the bud.
Gao Meng glared at Song Qiao indignantly, her beautiful eyes filled with fury.
After their eyes met, Gao Meng declared loudly, full of anger.
"Don't get smug. Once I master the most powerful martial art, you'll be the first one I take down."
With that, she broke free and even brandished her small fists, baring her teeth and issuing a series of threats.
However, listening to Gao Meng's non-threatening threats, Song Qiao couldn't help but chuckle.
"If you want to take me down, it's not as troublesome as you think."
Saying this, he slightly bent down and leaned closer to Gao Meng. Looking at Song Qiao so close, Gao Meng's heart began to pound.
At this moment, Gao Meng could even feel Song Qiao's slight breaths.
Song Qiao looked at Gao Meng's face flushing deeply and chuckled softly, continuing in a low voice.
"When we're in bed, I'll actively lie down."
Gao Meng's blood pressure immediately spiked. Her eyes became moist, her face a frightening shade of red. She glared at Song Qiao, gritting her teeth.
"You pervert! Pervert! Mmmph..."
As she spoke, Gao Meng's mouth was sealed. Feeling the burning breath before her, she could only let out muffled sounds. She struggled slightly, but Song Qiao's arm around her was like an iron clamp, unmoving!
But gradually, she stopped struggling. Her hands rested on Song Qiao's head, and she began to respond.
After an unknown amount of time, Gao Meng felt like she was suffocating.
When the feeling of suffocation disappeared, Gao Meng was drenched in sweat, her body going limp as she leaned against the wall, her chest trembling slightly.
Song Qiao laughed heartily and flicked her head again.
"Tastes good!"
With that, he completely ignored Gao Meng's resentful gaze and turned to leave.