Neither praising nor denigrating, this girl's intricate mind and deft techniques were indeed remarkable. Initially, Feng Yi felt no discomfort, but instead a deep sense of comfort and warmth, as if a baby in a cradle was gradually drifting off to sleep...

However, comfort often proves fleeting. Just as Feng Yi was about to fall asleep, a sudden intense itching on his face triggered a vicious cycle.

Feng Yi woke up, then went back to sleep, woke up again, and then slept again. Upon waking for the third time, he didn't go back to sleep but instead pinned Nangong Qi to the bed, adopting a look of 'I'll show you, you little rascal,' "Rascal, oh you and your mischievous mind."

"Why do you look at someone so fiercely? I'm scared," Nangong Qi blinked her eyelashes, her body soft, her voice gentle, and her doe eyes looking as pitifully innocent as could invoke any man's protective instinct—but her pretty face revealed not even a trace of nervousness.

I am done for, truly done for, my God...

Unknown to him, Qi'er with her born beauty couldn't help but linger alongside Brother Feng, inadvertently challenging him with her high skills in seduction. To think that Feng Yi, a man of solid stature, would be tempted like this. Is it that I can no longer wield my sword, Brother, or is it that you, Sister, are too elusive?

Completely defeated by her, facing such a creature, how could Feng Yi remain unmoved? Women of her age possess not only the innocence and charm of a young girl but also the mature and wise aspects, at their most beautiful phase. Any other man might have pounced directly.

But Feng Yi decided to endure, reasoning that to resist one step might grant a vast sea and sky, to step back may calm the waves, to let go might mean having you in my arms, and advancing could bring joy to all.

Yet who knew that such a move, seemingly simple, would not be so easy to make; one had to be cautious and strategic. Mo Ying, I advise you, be discreet and cautious.

Both young, with Qi'er slightly younger than him, Feng Yi never denied having other thoughts, but he knew all too well that his days were numbered; wouldn't it be cruel to ruin her life for no reason?

This outing was indeed meant by Feng Yi to try to make up somewhat for his shortcomings towards Qi. But as things turned out, he could do nothing but confess his physical condition, having thought there would be more time, yet unexpectedly...

"Qi, that's the situation. I've stayed away from you because I hoped you could truly forget about me. I'm not sure if everything I have done is wrong, but I'd rather bear the accusations than see you marry someone you don't even like. That's the real reason why I came. Qi, you have a long road ahead of you. I hope you become strong and have your own stance; may the right to happiness always be in your hands."

Feng Yi was always smiling, but tears spilled from Nangong Qi's eyes. She didn't know how many times she had cried today... Listening to Feng Yi's deep voice, her face turned pale as if she had lost something precious. Feeling the remaining warmth of Feng Yi, she suddenly threw herself into his arms.

That was the secret burden he had always carried, untold. Qi didn't act spoiled, nor did she make any noise, just silently feeling, feeling the warmth radiating from Feng Yi's body. "Tell me it's not true, that you're lying to me, Li Xiang. I'd rather you deceive me and then leave me, okay?"

"Okay, everything is fake."

"Really, is it true?"

"Of course, but as a trade-off, I have to let you go."

Nangong Qi gently shook her head, "I know, you're lying again."

Feng Yi sighed resignedly. If he had a choice, why would he seek out Qi'er? He said, "I'm really not lying, I honestly want to let you go..."

Before he could finish his sentence, his words were completely sealed by Nangong Qi's lips. "Take me tonight..." were the last words spoken by Qi'er as Feng Yi lightly tapped on Nangong Qi's carotid artery, causing her to briefly lose consciousness and fall into a faint.

This was the first time Feng Yi had taken action against Nangong Qi, and it would be the last. Using the Third Rhythm, he quickly found his way to Nangong Qi's boudoir, gently laid her on the bed, covered her with a blanket, and left silently...

"Goodbye, Qi, perhaps this is the only thing I can do for you."

In her dreams, Nangong Qi repeatedly fell asleep and woke up again. Tears lingered in her eyes as scenes passed by in a quick succession in her dream, from Maraca Freedom Port to Mardis. During this not so long journey, she initially met Li Xiang, then separated, reunited, and separated again, just as today...

The next day, when Nangong Qi woke from her dreams, what Li Xiang said wasn't wrong. She wasn't a bird in a cage; she must chase her own happiness. Without any hesitation, Qi promptly bought a ticket on the fastest flight to Saudi, chasing after Feng Yi's footsteps.

In terms of intelligence, Nangong Qi was no lesser than anyone. With Saudi being the host country for the Mecha Battle, it was the most likely place Feng Yi might appear. There were exciting Mecha Battles, hearty laughter from men, and countless shows.

Nangong Qi didn't care about any of these; all she wanted to find was Feng Yi. As a Revenge Shadow Rider, it was predicted that the Shadow Rider would definitely sign up to compete, making an up-close spectator ticket crucial.

Online, the highest ticket price had already exceeded 700,000, primarily for seats closest to the competition stands.

Yet, with no fewer than 16 arenas, Nangong Qi did not hesitate; she purchased two tickets for each arena, one to use and the other as a backup in case of loss. Qi's meticulous mind left no detail unattended, and as for the money—it was just a number after all.

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