Disciple, go down the mountain and wreak havoc on your martial sister

Master! We are soon to have successors on our hilltop!

Chu Yi's face was covered with a smile as he fixed his gaze on the washroom.

Through the misty steam, Wen Ya's silhouette was faintly discernible.

"Your bath... Damn it!"

Before Chu Yi could finish, a soaking wet towel suddenly flung over like a whip.

He instinctively dodged, and a sharp crack sounded next to his ear.

Immediately after, the towel whooshed through the steam, spread wide open, and enveloped the figure dappled with water droplets.

"Who let you in!"

Wen Ya stepped out, her hair damp and draped over her delicate collarbone, with water trickling down her skin, looking incredibly seductive.

However, her face was expressionless, emitting a kind of inexplicable pressure, a stark contrast to before.

"Uh... I brought you some shower gel."

Chu Yi struggled to divert his gaze from her legs and said somewhat awkwardly.

"Do you need to burst in to deliver shower gel?"

"I just thought you might appreciate not having to take a few steps."

As soon as those words were spoken, the atmosphere suddenly turned tense, with only the sound of the shower splashing.

Mistake, could it be that it wasn't a hint!

This is so embarrassing, doesn't it make me seem like I'm harboring indecent intentions?

Although indeed I have some indecent intentions, but this seems too eager, patience is a virtue!

"So... continue your shower, I'm going to step out."

A few breaths later, Chu Yi broke the silence, set down the shower gel, and made to leave.

Then...

"You want to leave after taking advantage?"

Wen Ya rebuked softly, swinging her fist over, her stance far from ordinary!

It was only then that Chu Yi remembered the towel that slapped over earlier, and that swift action of tying the towel, there was something wrong with it.

If it were any ordinary girl caught bathing, the reaction should be screaming, squatting down to cover her body, or covering her face.

Bang!

Catching the incoming fist with his palm, Chu Yi turned serious and demanded in a deep voice, "You've been trained, who are you? What's your purpose in getting close to me?"

"Cut the crap!"

Wen Ya snorted coldly, launching her other fist toward his throat.

"Want to kill me?"

Chu Yi's eyes grew colder. He twisted her fist downward, causing her to lose her form. Swiftly, he deflected the incoming fist, and his elbow promptly and ruthlessly jabbed up, smashing into Wen Ya's jaw.

Wen Ya's head was thrown back instantly, her chest heaving violently, and the towel slipped off significantly.

However, Chu Yi did not even look, casually grasping a disposable toothbrush from the washbasin, pressing his thumb down and snapping off a piece.

Then he stepped forward, swiftly moving behind Wen Ya, one hand around her neck and the other holding the toothbrush, its sharp broken tip pressed against her artery.

In a low voice, he demanded, "Answer when I ask, which organization? Who is your employer? How long have you been undercover at Han's Group? Do you have any accomplices?"

As he spoke, the broken tip of the toothbrush made an indentation on Wen Ya's neck.

Wen Ya was silent for two seconds, somewhat astonished by Chu Yi's drastic change from before.

Wasn't he just a lecherous scoundrel before? How has he changed completely now?

"Be gentle, it hurts," she said.

If it had been any other time, Chu Yi would have already let his imagination run wild upon hearing such words.

But at that moment, he pressed the broken tip of the toothbrush even harder, piercing Wen Ya's skin and causing droplets of blood to seep out.

"If you refuse to talk, it won't be just pain you'll have to deal with," he said.

Wen Ya's eyebrows lifted slightly, her expression revealing surprise.

Clearly, Chu Yi's reaction was beyond her expectations.

But then, a slight smile curled up at the corner of her mouth.

"You really think you have won?"

Before the words were out, she thrust her elbow into Chu Yi's waist, breaking his grip with the hand that was injured during the brief moment it loosened, snatching the toothbrush away.

Chu Yi was taken aback.

Shouldn't have used the injured hand to hold a weapon, ah.

Well, if she refuses to confess, then I might as well deal with her now.

With that thought, he aimed a kick at Wen Ya's knee, preparing to twist her neck while her body was falling.

Just then, Wen Ya suddenly wrapped her arms around Chu Yi's neck in reverse, folding her body into an incredible arc and slamming her knee hard into Chu Yi's forehead.

Bang!

Chu Yi's head buzzed, his arms involuntarily loosened, and Wen Ya seized the opportunity to break free. Immediately after, she wrapped her legs around his neck and clung to his arms tightly.

Splash!

Chu Yi lost his balance, and the two fell to the ground in an extremely intimate position.

The shower drenched Chu Yi, yet he was lost in a daze.

His arms were tightly held across his chest by Wen Ya, rendering him immobile, and his neck...

Chu Yi glanced down and nearly had a nosebleed.

Somehow, the bath towel had already...

"Admit defeat?"

Wen Ya seemed oblivious to the current awkwardness and actually asked.

No sooner had she spoken than she spotted something unusual in his gaze.

Then, Chu Yi's voice rose, "I don't admit defeat, if you dare, keep going!"

Instantly, Wen Ya's face flushed red.

Right at that moment, the doorbell rang.

"Hello, delivery!"

Upon hearing this, Wen Ya immediately said, "You go answer the door!"

"Then get your legs off me first."

Wen Ya pursed her lips, her face red as blood, and suddenly, she ripped off the bath towel and threw it over his head.

"Don't you dare take it off! Go out like this!"

With that, she released her legs.

By now, Chu Yi had realized that she probably wasn't an assassin after all.

If that was the case...

"Heavenly Eye, activate!"

The bath towel might as well have been nothing, as Chu Yi's eyes shone brightly, staring straight at Wen Ya as she got up.

My head's covered; it would only make sense if I fumbled my way out now, wouldn't it?

Chu Yi chuckled slyly and made a show of lifting his hands.

A scream erupted.

By the time the doorbell rang for the third time, Chu Yi, drenched from head to toe, opened the door.

The delivery guy jumped in surprise, "Dude, are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

"You're bleeding from the nose!"

"It's the price of happiness."

"What?"

The delivery guy looked shocked, then saw Chu Yi close the room door with a beaming smile.

"Quite a feast, huh."

Chu Yi laid out the two bags of delivery on the coffee table, clicking his tongue in approval.

Spicy crayfish, dry-fried squid, steamed crab, garlic oysters... plus a box of beer.

At that moment, the bathroom door opened.

Trying to maintain her composure, Wen Ya walked out wearing just her close-fitting clothes, picked a few new garments from the bags, and intended to go back into the bathroom to put them on.

But after catching Chu Yi's stunned gaze, she simply sat on the sofa and started dressing.

Since he had already seen everything...

A black tank top, ripped denim shorts.

When she sat cross-legged on the floor and started breaking apart the chopsticks, Chu Yi suddenly asked, "You really don't treat me like an outsider, do you?"

"Quit nagging, are you eating or not?"

Chu Yi immediately sat down, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over her, and he couldn't help but recall the fresh memory of that touch...

"Weren't you going to the club? Why buy all this food?"

"The place hasn't opened yet; it's boring to go too early."

"Oh," Chu Yi nodded, picking up a pair of chopsticks and breaking them apart before blurting out,

"Come over to my place for a shower more often."