The Devil Doctor's Spicy Love
Chapter 352: Sparring with emotions (1)

Chapter 352: Sparring with emotions (1)

Jia was dead tired after returning from Huayuan. Her mind refused to think or work. Fatigue seeped into every cell of her body as she crashed on the bed. But it was sorrow more than lethargy that kept her heart torn apart.

I...just want to sleep...

But even sleep failed her. It was as if the entire universe wanted her to be in complete consciousness as she battled her hard emotions.

When she heard the doorbell ring, she couldn’t even gather any energy to lift her finger. Yet she dragged herself to the door, only to find Mingshen standing outside with a big container of beer cans.

She blinked. "Why did you bring so much beer?"

Mingshen stepped right in, making himself at home. He placed the big container on the table and grinned. "It seems like the perfect evening to drink."

"I am tired, Mingshen..."

"And beer will energize you right up~"

Mingshen made himself comfortable on the couch and chirped as he grabbed the first beer bottle. He unscrewed it and offered it to her.

"Cheers?"

Jia let out a sigh. She joined him and took the bottle from him. Her parched throat finally got some relief as the chilled beer provided some comfort.

"Seriously, why did you bring so much beer though?"

"I had a hunch that your heart and mind would be too troubled to get any decent sleep tonight."

Jia’s lips pressed into a straight line as her gaze dimmed. She looked away, quietly sipping onto her beer.

Mingshen glanced at her while thinking back to the time at the river walkway when Jia had a heart to heart talk with Huojin.

I have brought beer this time. Will she consider sharing her feelings with me?

He knew what was bothering Jia and he wanted her to express that frustration to him and lighten the load she was carrying on her shoulders. He wanted her to be comfortable with him as she was with Huojin.

Though I have recreated the same atmosphere, I still feel as if something is missing. What is it? What am I doing wrong? Should I ask Mom?

Time ticked by and Jia continued sipping her drink in silence. Though the angst was visible in her gaze, it didn’t escape through her lips in the form of words.

"Nope, this is not working," Mingshen shook his head and got up.

Jia looked taken aback. "What is not working?"

"We need to do something else."

"I am not getting you."

"Let’s have sex."

"Sorry, what?"

"Sex."

"You are looking for a fight?"

"Sure, let’s do that," he chuckled.

"Do what? Sex or fight?"

He paused. "Will you let me have sex with you?"

"No."

"Then fight it is~"

"Are you already high with just one bottle of beer?" Jia looked speechless.

He rolled his eyes and grabbed her wrist. "Let’s go."

"Wait, wait, where are we going?"

He smiled. "To have our own martial arts competition~"

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"You know...this is the last place I want to be at right now," Jia said with displeasure as she gazed at the familiar walls of Mingshen’s lab. It triggered the unwanted memories of her time as an imprisoned patient.

Mingshen ignored her complaints and pushed her towards the elevator where he pressed a button for a higher floor.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Just walk along."

Jia was forced to walk along the long corridors where a faint scent of chemicals still lingered in the air. At the end of the corridor, he opened a door which revealed a luxurious and spacious gym. A punching bag hung towards the left to practice boxing while the other area was occupied with high-tech gym equipment. The middle was a large, free space to carry on with other exercises.

"You dragged me here for a workout at this time?" Jia questioned.

"I dragged you here for a fight."

"Seriously?"

"The option was between sex and fight and unfortunately, you chose the latter."

"You seriously thought I would choose the former?"

"I sincerely believe it would be one hell of an experience for both of us if you just give your nod."

Her brow twitched incessantly.

Mingshen smirked and removed his coat, tossing it out to the side. He loosened the cuffs and unbuttoned the second button of his shirt.

"Let’s see. If I could push you all the way back till the punching bag, then I win. If you could push me till this treadmill over here, then you win. We use any moves we like. No restriction on fighting method."

Jia’s lips parted. "What are you...Why do you even want to do this?"

"Let’s say Huayuan’s festival inspired me a lot today. I was itching to challenge you for a match anyway~"

Jia cocked her brow up. "Huh...Fine."

She lifted her hair between her palms and tied them into a messy bun. She stood at the center, facing Mingshen with a squinted gaze.

"Are you sure you are not gonna regret this?"

He grinned. "As long as it involves you, I regret nothing."

They steadied themselves in a stance, ready to face each other in a brutal fight.

Mingshen exhaled a final breath but before he could even fully release it, Jia’s foot suddenly occupied his view that was inches away from kicking his face. He dodged it, narrowly escaping her unforgiving charge at him.

"Hey, hey, hey! You could have at least allowed me to breathe!" He expressed his grievances.

"Yeah, you keep wasting time like that while I..."

She jerked around her waist, her sharp elbow hitting the edge of his ear with ruthless force.

"While I bring you down to your knees."

Mingshen felt a faint sensation of pain swelling in his ear that only brought a chuckle to his lips.

"That would be quite a long wait for you."

He grabbed her shoulder, hoping to twist and counter her swift moves. She anticipated his grip, pivoting on her heel to slip free. With a sharp twist, she used his own momentum against him, locking his arm and forcing him down. His knee barely scraped the ground before he smirked, yanking her forward instead, throwing her off balance.

"Hmm, I can smell the scent of my sweet win, Superintendent Song."

She sneered. "Which isn’t going to last for long. So watch your step, Dr. Yang."