Evan Chu pushed open the door and was startled to see a familiar figure sitting inside—he nearly peed himself. Stammering, he said, "Jenny Sima... you... what are you doing here?"
It was Jenny Sima inside—something Evan never expected. Remembering the promise he'd made her, a chill ran down his back and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
"Evan Chu, get in here! Why are you just standing there? Afraid I'll eat you?" Jenny Sima snapped, clearly annoyed.
Evan Chu dared to provoke anyone—except Jenny Sima. He could only obediently step inside. "Close the door. I don't want anyone seeing me in a male student's dorm room."
"Close the door? You’re not really planning to eat me, are you?" Evan asked nervously after shutting the door.
"Evan Chu, you really are something. I told you to join the Elite Class, but you insisted on staying in Ordinary Class One. Tell me—why did you do that? Have you forgotten what I explained to you before?" Jenny Sima’s angry expression was downright scary.
"Uh, Jenny, I have my reasons for staying in Ordinary Class One. Don’t get the wrong idea. You know what our relationship is—don’t be mad!" Evan tried his best to placate her.
"What relationship? I’m neither your girlfriend nor your fiancée. Why don’t you explain it to me?" Jenny Sima replied, still furious.
"Heh! Jenny, I’m the first guy to have an intimate relationship with you, you know. And you’ve already seen my whole body—so what do you think our relationship is?" Evan blurted out shamelessly.
With Jenny Sima, Evan sometimes just couldn’t control himself. Whenever he was around her, he felt relaxed and uninhibited—he’d say whatever came to mind, without the slightest restraint.
Evan’s words made Jenny Sima blush bright red. "You... You pervert!" she sputtered, unable to believe he’d say something so outrageous—even if, annoyingly, it was kind of true.
"You’ve gotten prettier since I last saw you. Missed me, didn’t you? Let me take a good look!" Evan grinned, feeling a hot surge rising from his abdomen to his head.
He knew this feeling all too well—it was a sign his Pure Yang Qi was flaring up. He’d just broken through to the Earth Martial Realm, and now it was happening again. It was enough to drive him crazy.
"What are you saying? Want me to punch you?" Jenny Sima snapped, unable to handle Evan’s shameless flirting any longer.
But then she saw the red gleam in his eyes and suddenly remembered something. "No way! Is this damned nemesis having another attack? Am I really going to get ‘eaten’ by him today?"
Just as Jenny Sima was starting to panic, Evan’s voice rang out: "Jenny, hurry up and hit me—hard! My illness is acting up again. I’m afraid I won’t be able to control myself and might ‘eat’ you!"
Jenny Sima had experienced Evan’s ‘illness’ twice before—each time was unforgettable and left a deep impression. If she didn’t stop him now, she really might get ‘eaten’ this time.
Truthfully, she’d already wanted to be his woman for a long time. But being forced in a situation like this wasn’t worth it. Besides, he wouldn’t even know what was happening or how to cherish her—and everyone said the first time hurt a lot. If he didn’t take responsibility afterward, she’d be miserable.
"What the hell are you hesitating for? If you don’t hurry up, I really will eat you!" Evan shouted, nearly losing control as his mind filled with images of Jenny Sima in his arms.
Gritting her teeth, Jenny Sima finally struck out with a powerful palm, hitting Evan Chu square in the chest.
Jenny Sima had used at least eighty percent of her strength in that palm strike. She’d thought Evan Chu would be seriously injured by it, but to her shock, even though he was knocked several meters back, he wasn’t hurt at all—not even a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.
This was the effect of Evan Chu’s Tier-Two Starforge Body—it could completely withstand a full-force blow from a first-level Earth Martial Realm expert.
Jenny Sima was at second-level Earth Martial Realm, but she’d only used eighty percent of her power—so it was no wonder Evan wasn’t hurt.
"You—you’re not hurt? How is that possible? What kind of body do you have? It’s freakishly tough!" Jenny Sima exclaimed, utterly stunned.
"Use your full strength! Hurry up, woman, I’m really about to lose control!" Evan Chu roared, clinging to his last shred of clarity.
"Woman? Did you just call me ‘woman’? Are you looking to die? Fine, I’ll oblige you!" Jenny Sima was thoroughly provoked by Evan’s words.
"Frozen Flame Palm!" A surge of ice-cold and blazing-hot energy erupted in Jenny Sima’s hand, and with thunderous force she attacked Evan Chu.
If Evan Chu had been fully conscious, he’d have been amazed—Jenny’s palm strike contained two elemental attributes. Maybe that was why, even at just second-level Earth Martial Realm, she was able to enter the Elite Class.
Jenny Sima’s palm slammed into Evan Chu’s chest—this time, she was truly angry, unleashing a martial skill attack with full power. The force was terrifying.
Bang! Jenny Sima’s palm landed on Evan Chu’s chest with a resounding crash. She was blasted several steps backward before she could steady herself, her entire arm numb and unresponsive.
"What kind of monster is he? How can his body be so insanely tough?" Jenny Sima thought, clearly feeling as if she’d just struck a steel wall.
Evan Chu sailed through the air again, but this time he wasn’t so lucky—a trace of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth, and there was a visible dent in his chest.
It took him a while to get up—Jenny Sima’s palm strike had completely scattered the Pure Yang Qi inside Evan Chu, leaving him fully awake.
But the pain in his chest was intense. "Jenny, are you trying to murder your own husband? If you kill me, who else would want you?" Evan joked, wincing.
Evan Chu walked over slowly, checked his injuries internally, and found that two ribs were broken—but at least his internal organs were fine.
"So what if you die? There are plenty of people who want me. Who do you think you are, anyway? Shameless!" Jenny Sima retorted, still in a bad mood.
But then she saw the pain on Evan Chu’s face and hurried over. "How’s your injury? Serves you right for running your mouth—I only hit you so hard because I was mad. Sorry, I really am sorry!"
Evan Chu forced a smile. "You think ‘sorry’ is enough? How about you let me hit you once, just to see how it feels?"
"Then what do you want me to do?" Jenny Sima softened, feeling guilty.
"Simple. Just give me a kiss!" Evan Chu grinned.
A blush swept across Jenny Sima’s beautiful face. "Evan, do we even have a chance to be together? You already have a fiancée, and I’m older than you..."
Before Jenny could finish, Evan Chu suddenly pulled her into his arms. The unexpected move caught her completely off guard, and she nearly stumbled, her face full of anger.
A thrilling, breathless sensation swept through Jenny Sima’s whole body. She tried to struggle, but it was useless—Evan’s arms were like iron, holding her fast.
After nearly a minute, Evan Chu finally let go. "Jenny, of course we’ll be together. Roxanne won’t object, and I don’t care about your age. Didn’t the ancients say, ‘A woman three years older is worth her weight in gold’?"
Hearing Evan call her ‘Jenny’ instead of ‘Miss Sima’ made her heart leap with joy. It seemed she’d already accomplished half her goal.
"Thank you, Evan. Ever since our talk in the pavilion, I haven’t been able to forget you. You’re always on my mind. But I don’t understand—why do you have this illness? I’ve noticed you’re fine with other women." Jenny Sima asked, her eyes full of emotion.
"I was born with a Pure Yang Constitution, and you have a Nine Yin Constitution. When I’m with you, my Pure Yang Qi flares up and I lose control. Unless I scatter it with a heavy blow or vent it through intercourse, I risk dying from body explosion." Evan Chu explained seriously.