The subordinate understood the Hall Master’s intention and left the Fencing Room.

Si Yuheng picked up the bottle on the floor, twisted off the cap, and drank it down.

He might have been too thirsty after exercising, drinking somewhat fiercely.

"You... you drink like this every day?" Liang Anya was dumbfounded.

She thought this man was just messing around, that he couldn’t possibly drink it.

Even if he drank, he wouldn’t be so rough and straightforward.

But not only did he really drink it, he also treated her milk... as his post-exercise nutritional drink!

He drank it all in one go, licking the milk off the corner of his lip:

"The family doctor said breast milk is nutritious and can improve physical fitness. Many patients recovering from serious illnesses or surgeries drink it. Is that strange?"

Damn it, is she like a dairy cow every day just to enhance his nutrition?

Those patients drink it because they’re recovering from illness or surgery, but is he?

The man before her is almost six foot three, so strong that he could almost punch a tiger to death, she really couldn’t see what needed more nutrition!

If he supplements so much, wouldn’t he get nosebleeds or get overheated?

Speechless, she watched him finish, picked up the empty bottle: "Finished? I’m leaving."

With that, she turned around and headed for the door.

He narrowed his eyes, took a few steps, stretched his arm, blocking her path, staring at her with piercing eyes as if dissatisfied.

"Any more instructions, Mr. Si?" She looked up at him helplessly.

"Today’s portion was a bit small."

She was stunned, not understanding what he meant.

"Did you skimp on it? Or didn’t eat well, not enough nutrition?" He bent his neck, leaning close to her ear.

She bit her lip hard, her face turning bright red!

But she had to say, "No. Isn’t it the same as usual?"

"Anyway, I haven’t had enough, what should we do?" His voice lowered by eight degrees, stickily persistent, nearly nibbling on her earlobe.

How should I know what to do, why don’t you just drop dead!

She resisted the urge to retort, but saw his gaze sliding down her neck, suddenly realizing what he wanted to do, she retreated warily: "You, you want to do what."

"Don’t be so stingy, sweetheart." He pulled her into his arms, held tight, and whispered, "Today, I want to try something fresh."

Fresh... fresh, my foot!

Her neck and ears turned red, she struggled: "Si Yuheng, you’re going too far."

Suddenly, he cupped her chin, aligning her face with his deep, glittering green eyes, a smile replaced by intense coldness:

"Looks like I haven’t made it clear to you, here, no matter how outrageous, I can do it."

Does this woman not know that just by calling him Si Yuheng without respect, if it was someone else, they would’ve been dismembered by the Beiming Hall’s subordinates and thrown into the Atlantic Ocean to feed sharks!

He didn’t want to scare her, but this woman really worried him!

Indeed, she seemed genuinely scared, paused her movements, a brief halt in breathing, yet mustered courage, feigning indifference:

"What do you want? Can you kill me?"

Si Yuheng clamped her cheeks with two fingers, correcting her face: "Why would I kill you? Your little life has always been mine, whether dead or alive doesn’t matter. At most, just get someone to take Miyasha away... anyway, there are plenty of servants, no need for you to take care personally."

"Si Yuheng, how dare you!" She glared, this man was vicious!

"So, shall I teach you the next step?" Si Yuheng raised his eyebrows.

She was agonizingly conflicted.

"If you haven’t decided in ten seconds, I’ll have someone take Miyasha away." He spoke resolutely.

"Ten."

"Nine."

"Eight."

"Seven."

"Six."

The further he went, the slower he counted, as if testing her will. To see if she would hold on.

She gritted her teeth, no, no, she couldn’t be so shameless.

Until finally, he said:

"Three, Three and a half——"

Finally, Liang Anya bit her lip: "Then you promise... you won’t do anything else!"

He watched her worried face: "If I wanted to do something else, I would’ve told you directly."

She was furious: "..." So arrogant!

.................

Exiting the Fencing Room, Liang Anya was still hot all over, and only after a while of cooling down could she calm herself.

But recalling the intimate skin-to-skin moment in the Fencing Room, her heart raced uncontrollably.

He acted like an unsatisfied giant infant!

Recalling the previous scene, her chest involuntary felt awkward!

That hateful man, actually competes with Xiaoxiao for food!

...

At the corner, Vivi saw Liang Anya coming out of the Fencing Room with a flushed face, her hand holding the tray paused, and her footsteps stopped.

The Asian girl’s cheeks were as if brushed with rouge, blushing, and her clothes were disheveled.

She looked like a plucked flower, a bit flustered, yet added a touch of mesmerizing beauty.

The Hall Master now couldn’t seem to do without her, even during sword practice, he wanted her to accompany him.

Who knows what they were doing in there...

Vivi’s charming face fell into deep shadow, subconsciously clenching the note.

After a few seconds of silence, she finally walked forward.

Seeing Vivi, Liang Anya stopped, initially intending to change direction, but with only one path, she had to face her.

"Miss Liang just visited the Fencing Room?" Vivi maintained her usual graceful composure, dignified and lovely.

She nodded, not intending to say much to Vivi, caught sight of the tray in her hand, and blurting out: "You too?"

"Yes. When the Hall Master exercises, he’s used to me serving. Every day without exception."

Someone serving on the side, yet having herself deliver ’nutritional drinks.’

Liang Anya’s heat fell significantly: "Oh, then I won’t disturb you."

Seeing her about to leave, Vivi gently called out: "Miss Liang, you’ve been working hard these days."

She paused, staring at Vivi: "I don’t understand what Miss Vivi means."