Chapter 486

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

"What are you doing!!!" Qianqian's voice was filled with anger and shock; she stared wide-eyed, glaring dead at the man before her, completely unable to believe he would actually do such a thing.

Ouyang Chengren was struck dizzy by this slap; his head buzzed, and for a moment he actually didn't know what had happened.

He stood there in a daze, feeling the burning pain on his cheek, Qianqian's questioning endlessly echoing in his mind.

He began to recall that moment just now — what exactly had he touched? What was that thread of softness? His heart was full of doubt and bewilderment.

And Qianqian, after delivering that slap, also immediately realized her reaction seemed a bit too intense.

She worried this would arouse Ouyang Chengren's suspicion, and even more feared he would punish her because of her behavior.

So she decided on the spot, taking advantage of Ouyang Chengren not having recovered his wits yet, and swiftly snatched that book from his hand.

Then she took a deep breath, forced her voice to stay calm, and said: "General, I am an upright man, absolutely no such perversion. For you to humiliate me groundlessly like this is really going too far!" Finished speaking, her eye rims still involuntarily reddened.

Then Qianqian turned and ran out of the tent; her steps were somewhat panicked, as if something terrifying were chasing her from behind.

Ouyang Chengren watched Qianqian run out of the tent like a gust of wind; he was dumbfounded, just standing there blankly, completely not knowing how to react.

His mind was a total blank; he even forgot to chase Qianqian, only subconsciously touching his already red and swollen cheek.

In his heart he was pondering: his pectorals seemed a bit too developed; he merely wanted to conveniently grab a book, absolutely no other meaning at all!

But this touch — would it make him misunderstand? Should he apologize or not?

Just as he was tangled up, his feet involuntarily walked out of the tent; he looked up and saw the guards standing at the entrance.

Ouyang Chengren steadied himself, looked at the guard, and asked: "Where is the person?"

That guard was startled into a stammer by this question, and replied haltingly: "Gone... gone..."

Seeing this, Ouyang Chengren frowned, feeling increasingly that his actions just now had been improper.

He turned back into the tent, plopped down on the chair, but his heart felt like a knocked-over five-flavor bottle — indescribably unpleasant.

"Could it be I was too rash? Making that Wang Ming'an misunderstand that I like men, and want to grope him... what to do about this!"

Ouyang Chengren grew more annoyed the more he thought: "Should I explain? But how to put it? And should I apologize to him?"

He paced back and forth in the tent, heart like a cat scratching inside, unable to sit or stand still.

And at this very moment, he had long since thrown that slap Qianqian gave him to the ninth heaven; his head was full of nothing but how to handle the relationship with Wang Ming'an.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Qianqian walked out of the tent clutching the book, puffing with anger. As she walked, she seethed inwardly: "This Ouyang Chengren, honestly! Groping and pawing!"

Walking along, Qianqian suddenly stopped; only now did she come to her senses: "Aiya, how come I only took one book back? I should've taken a few more!"

Qianqian annoyedly patted her own head, turned around, and went back into the tent.

The moment she entered, Luo Shun saw the picture book in Qianqian's hand and couldn't help exclaiming: "Wow! The picture books the Zhenxi General confiscated — you even got them back, that's really too awesome!"

Luo Shun's admiration for her was like a surging river, unending, reaching its peak in an instant.

Qianqian, however, said annoyedly: "Aiya, what a huge loss! I only got back one; those other two should've been taken back together!"

Luo Shun hurriedly comforted: "It's fine, Brother Ming'an, don't take it to heart. If you really want to read, going to get them tomorrow isn't late either; today just make do with this one for now."

Qianqian nodded and replied: "Mm, alright then, I'll read this book first."

Speaking, she picked up the book, preparing to continue reading. However, the moment she flipped open the pages, what had just happened suddenly surged into her mind, leaving her heart feeling twisted.

She thought of those two picture books still left with the Zhenxi General, and couldn't help feeling conflicted: should she go get them back or not?

The more Qianqian thought, the more agitated she became; the book she originally wanted to read she couldn't get into at all. Just like that, amid this conflicted mood, she unknowingly fell asleep.

And at the same time, the Zhenxi General was also lying in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

His mind kept flashing that thread of softness touched when taking the book, and Qianqian's red-eyed look telling him she had no special perversion, as if he were some villain who forced her.

The more he thought, the worse he felt; he simply couldn't calm down. So the Zhenxi General tossed and turned in bed until very late before muddledly falling asleep.

Next morning, sunlight filtered through thin clouds onto the earth; bugle calls tore through the peaceful air, announcing the start of the day's training. Everyone rose swiftly, dressed neatly, and streamed to the training ground.

Qianqian, as usual, arrived at the training ground full of spirit; her bearing was tall and straight, movements agile, every move brimming with power and rhythm.

Forming a sharp contrast was Ouyang Chengren: he sported two deep dark circles, steps somewhat staggering as he walked out of the tent.

Ouyang Chengren's gaze fell on Qianqian training; watching her vitality-filled appearance, a complex emotion welled up in his heart unbidden.

He felt that between him and Qianqian there seemed to be an unbridgeable chasm; this feeling made his mood heavy the whole day.

Time slipped by quietly in training; night fell, training finally ended. The Zhenxi General ordered the Golden Xiao Jiao to go call Qianqian over; at this time Qianqian had just finished eating and was preparing to rest a bit before washing up.

Hearing the Zhenxi General's summons, Qianqian helplessly sighed; though somewhat unwilling, she knew she couldn't disobey the order, so she could only rise and go.

Luo Shun had long been used to this scene; he went about his own business, not paying much attention to Qianqian's reaction.

Qianqian reached the Zhenxi General's tent entrance; the two guards, upon seeing her, immediately let her pass, not even needing to announce her. Qianqian thus walked straight into the tent without hindrance.

Inside the tent, Ouyang Chengren was anxiously pacing back and forth before the table. He worried Qianqian would misunderstand he had some special perversion because of his dark circles, and thus be unwilling to come.