I'm Jealous Of Myself Everyday (QT)

Chapter 70: I'm Jealous of Myself Every Day

Before it could even touch the person beside her, her slender fingers were suddenly pinched.

Wei Ye was startled and tried to pull his hand away, but he couldn't budge it. Zong Xia's strength was astonishing. "I knew you wouldn't behave." His voice, which was tinged with laughter, was still tinged with lazy sleepiness.

Wei Ye gritted his teeth and slapped him with his other hand.

The two engaged in a fierce battle in the confined space. The Beggars' Sect's martial arts followed a bold and powerful style, intense and masculine, forcing Wei Ye to rely on his agility to maneuver against them.

While he was good at running away, he was no match for Zong Xia in a head-on confrontation. Before he could even last ten moves, his arms were twisted behind his back and he was pinned to the bed.

Zong Xia raised an eyebrow. "With such poor martial arts skills, you're only second-rate in the martial arts world."

Wei Ye struggled incessantly, but the tall and strong body enveloped him, like an unshakeable mountain.

Zong Xia easily subdued him with one hand, and with the other, she removed the disguise from his face, revealing a strikingly beautiful face beneath. Looking at the burning rage in his eyes, Zong Xia stroked her chin with interest. "Let me think. Should I hand you over to the Imperial Sword Manor, or to the authorities?"

"Or should we first take you to the Imperial Sword Manor to exchange you for a precious sword, and then hand you over to the authorities to collect the reward?"

Wei Ye: "..." That's a nice thought, don't even think about it next time.

Hearing about the two possible outcomes, Wei Ye struggled even more fiercely, but only managed to break a sweat, with slightly damp strands of hair sticking to his temples.

"You filthy beggar, get out of here!" he cursed angrily, but his wrist was gripped even tighter.

Her tone softened again, "Chief Zong, you're hurting me. Please let me go. I swear I'll never run away again."

Zong Xia chuckled softly, "Do I look that easy to fool?"

Wei Ye looked at him pitifully.

Zong Xia, having learned his lesson from this performance, remained unmoved. He lowered his body, squinting and smiling at Wei Ye, "Since becoming the gang leader, it's been a long time since anyone dared to call me a stinking beggar. Am I stinking?"

He had a light stubble on his chin, and his clothes were disheveled, giving him a chivalrous air as well as a roguish charm.

Wei Ye immediately said, "It doesn't smell bad, I was just talking nonsense. Boss, you... have a manly scent."

Zong Xia laughed heartily and loosened his grip slightly. "Are all thieves as pragmatic as you?"

Speaking human language to humans and ghost language to ghosts is a fundamental skill for Wei Ye in his travels.

He was thick-skinned, and although he was clearly exhausted and his face was flushed, he forced himself to look shy. "I'm telling the truth. The leader is handsome and dashing, and his martial arts are superb. Up close... he is even more admirable."

After he pointed it out, Zong Xia realized that the two of them were actually too close.

They were so close they could smell each other's scent. The young man's full head of black hair was spread out on the pillow, like a handful of glossy black silk, faintly exuding a fragrance.

His lips were flushed red from the steam, and he moved them slightly, pleading softly, "Chief Zong... you're a good person, please let go, I beg you."

Zong Xia paused for a moment, released his arms, and stepped back a little.