Chapter 10: The Action Movie

"I'm very picky. Let's start with a little action sequence to see if you're even qualified to play with me." Tong Xiaoman's smile grew even more bewitching. The night breeze stirred the hair at her temples, making her look like a sprite in the night—mischievous, innocent, yet radiating an irresistible allure.

The moment Qing Rao's hand was about to touch her, his vision blurred and his hand grasped nothing but air. Before he could even recover, the world spun around him. With a clean, beautiful shoulder throw, he was slammed heavily to the ground. A wave of intense pain surged through his body, forcing a shrill cry from his lips, and he found himself unable to even crawl back up.

"Tsk, tsk... You were knocked down just like that? You..." The girl, appearing before him like a sprite, raised her middle finger and sighed with disdain, "Pathetic."

"I didn't expect you to have a few tricks up your sleeve, but I happen to like women with a bit of spice." Zhou Ming, being a second-generation military heir, had undergone combat training and didn't take her seriously at all.

"I love the strong, so don't you dare disappoint me." Tong Xiaoman lifted her foot as if to step over Qing Rao, but "accidentally" landed a heavy stomp right between his legs.

Poor Qing Rao, having his most vulnerable spot struck, immediately curled up, screaming and rolling on the ground in agony. How ruthless.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," Tong Xiaoman quickly jumped aside, covering her mouth with her hand, feigning a look of complete shock.

Zhou Ming said arrogantly, "These government-official heirs are all like this—living only for wine and women, weak and fragile. They're no match for us military heirs. We've had special training since childhood; we're strong, sturdy, and have endless stamina. I’ll definitely satisfy you." He finished with an ambiguous, suggestive smirk.

Tong Xiaoman immediately gazed at him with eyes full of admiration, blinking her sparkling, soul-capturing eyes, "My god, I'll have to put that to the test then."

"Come with me." Seeing the joy on her face, Zhou Ming assumed he had already conquered her and felt a surge of secret triumph.

"What about him?" Tong Xiaoman pointed a finger at the government heir, who was still writhing on the ground in pain.

"He's so weak, how could he be fit to play with us? Forget about him." Zhou Ming snorted, his face full of contempt.

"Tsk, tsk, and I thought you were such good brothers." They shared women, yet were clearly at odds and harborers of their own agendas. These so-called heirs were definitely not to be trusted.

"If it weren't for the fact that his father and my father are old friends, who would bother hanging out with a weakling like him?" Zhou Ming turned his gaze back to her, an excited smile spreading across his face, "Come with me."

He reached out confidently to take her hand.

"We haven't even properly greeted each other yet, why the rush? Let's trade a few moves first." Suddenly, Tong Xiaoman tossed her small gift bag into the air, spun her body, and delivered a swift, unpredictable, and powerful kick.

Zhou Ming, who had just been bragging about his childhood special training and physical prowess, hit the ground with a loud thud. He fell even harder than Qing Rao and was equally unable to get back up.

With a graceful, dance-like spin, Tong Xiaoman caught the falling gift bag just as it descended from the air.

She slung the bag over her shoulder and approached Zhou Ming, her sharp, slender high heels clicking against the ground.

"Don't step on my..." Realizing he had encountered a true expert, Zhou Ming hurriedly covered his groin with his hands, staring up at her in utter terror.