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Chapter 1399 I don’t want to live anymore

Jiang Cheng did not answer, but instead assumed a standard Muay Thai stance, with his elbows slightly bent and his center of gravity lowered.

This professional posture made Qiu Yihe gasp.

Without more than three years of professional training, it is impossible to have such a standard standing posture.

It seems that Jiang Cheng has also been practicing martial arts since he was a child.

Qiu Yihe bit his lower lip and suddenly changed his strategy.

She moved quickly and performed a combination of punches, which was her signature move in the National Games.

However, each punch was accurately blocked by Jiang Cheng, making a dull "bang bang" sound.

When her right straight punch was blocked again, Jiang Cheng suddenly cut into the inner circle and performed a beautiful neck-locking knee strike, causing Qiu Yihe to fall back in panic.

Her back hit the wall and a hint of panic flashed in her eyes - this close combat technique was obviously a mixed martial arts technique.

"You...have you ever practiced MMA?" Qiu Yihe asked, panting, his chest heaving violently.

After seeing Jiang Cheng's strength, Qiu Yihe started to exert his strength.

He suddenly stepped forward with his left foot, and his right fist went straight to Jiang Cheng's face like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

The jab was so fast that it made a sound of breaking through the air, and it was completely impossible to tell that the player was drunk.

Qiu Yihe snorted lightly, leaped into the air, and turned in the air, lashing Jiang Cheng's temple with his left leg like a whip.

&34;Snap!&34;

Jiang Cheng crossed his arms and took the kick head-on. The impact caused him to slide back half a step.

The leather sofa was knocked out of place and the beer bottles on the coffee table clinked.

Jiang Cheng shook his numb arms, his eyes ablaze with fighting spirit: "Eighth place in the National Games, it seems that it is not an exaggeration."

When Qiu Yihe landed, the hem of his T-shirt was lifted up in a snow-white hue.

She quickly held up the corner of her clothes, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol and exercise: "This is just the beginning, kid."

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly changed her tactics, sliding closer to Jiang Cheng, and using her right hand as a claw to reach for his throat.

Jiang Cheng dodged sideways, but saw that it was a feint.

Qiu Yihe's real killer move was the left elbow that followed, aimed at the vulnerable part of his ribs.

At the critical moment, Jiang Cheng exerted force from his waist and abdomen, twisted his body like a swimming fish, and accurately grabbed Qiu Yihe's wrist with his right hand, using the force to swing her into the air.

&34;Bang!&34;

Qiu Yihe's back hit the sofa heavily, but the moment he bounced back he took advantage of the momentum to perform a rabbit-kick-hawk move, kicking Jiang Cheng straight in the chest with both feet.

Jiang Cheng groaned and stepped back, his back hitting the TV cabinet.

The two of them stared at each other, panting. The only sound in the living room was the ticking of the wall clock.

"There's no referee today, do you want to try something more exciting?"

Jiang Cheng loosened his collar and revealed a wolf-like smile: "That's exactly what I want."

Almost at the same time, the two rushed towards each other again.

Qiu Yihe kicked with a high whip kick towards her head. Jiang Cheng ducked and dodged, then rushed into her arms, using his right hand like a knife to chop her neck.

Qiu Yihe leaned back hastily, but Jiang Cheng suddenly changed his tactics to a grappling move and grabbed her ankle.

&34;Ah!&34;

The moment he lost his balance, Jiang Cheng looked at the coffee table beside him.

It was a serious matter for Qiu Yihe to fall like this.

Jiang Cheng only felt the slender ankle in his hand suddenly exert force.

He pulled and pushed.

By the time he reacted, Qiu Yihe had been pressed against the wall, with his right leg lifted high and pressed into a straight split.

Time seems to have frozen.

Qiu Yihe's legs were placed on Jiang Cheng's shoulders, and her T-shirt completely slid to her waist due to the movement, revealing her black lace-edged leggings.

Their chests were almost touching, and they could clearly feel each other's violent heartbeats and hot breaths.

Jiang Cheng then discovered that there was a small butterfly tattoo on the inside of her right thigh, which came to life as her muscles trembled.

The waist moved subconsciously.

The hand that was holding Qiu Yihe's buttocks even bent several times.

"Ah!" Qiu Yihe trembled, his voice rose and lost its momentum, and his eyelashes trembled rapidly.

At this time, she had long forgotten all the Sanda techniques in her muscles.

She tried to struggle, but because of the splits position she couldn't use any strength, which made the contact between them even closer.

The cherry red toes curled unconsciously behind Jiang Cheng's head.

Jiang Cheng stared at the blushing cheeks so close to him, and suddenly discovered that there was a small mole at the corner of her left eye that was usually covered by makeup.

This discovery inexplicably softened his heart, and he unconsciously relaxed the strength in his hands: "Are you giving up?"

Qiu Yihe took the opportunity to pull back his legs, but when he landed, he staggered and sat on the ground due to the alcohol and the intense exercise just now.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t sit down. After sitting down, Qiu Yihe finally understood the embarrassment of having weak legs.

The two people were sitting too close to each other, and Qiu Yihe's buttocks sat directly on Jiang Cheng's feet.

Due to the previous fight, Jiang Cheng's slippers had already flown away to who knows where.

So at this moment, Qiu Yihe was directly sticking to Jiang Cheng's legs.

Qiu Yihe moved upward awkwardly.

It’s just that Qiu Yihe lifted his hips for too short a time.

She sat down right after she raised her head. Jiang Cheng thought she was going to stand up, so he moved his feet back a little bit.

Unexpectedly, Qiu Yihe's legs might have been weak or something, and he sat down again.

This time was completely different from the situation when he sat on Jiang Cheng's instep just now.

Although Jiang Cheng didn't sit down, everyone understood.

The big toe area...

After this touch, Qiu Yihe became even more panicked and wanted to stand up with the support of his hands.

He pushed his hands backwards and his body slid forward a little.

This moment.

Qiu Yihe just felt like he didn't want to live anymore...