Let you be a great man, not a scumbag

Qiu Yihe was already somewhat weak after using his ultimate move.

She had barely caught her breath when she heard those words, and her face instantly flushed.

On one hand, I feel like I'm really weaker, and on the other hand, I'm worried about what the consequences will be after I give up my first blood.

After all, this was his debut, so he was still a little apprehensive.

But what else can I do now that things have come to this?

Are we going to have to turn back to the city again?

If that's the case, she thinks Jiang Cheng probably won't take her with him again next time.

As Jiang Cheng said, he doesn't lack women to play games with.

Qiu Yihe gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, moved close to Jiang Cheng, and firmly placed her shield on him.

He spoke softly, "Um... wait a minute..."

Although she didn't refuse, Qiu Yihe decided to persevere a little longer at this crucial moment.

Relying on the fact that the situation wasn't too dire yet, she actually started walking towards the wilderness area.

Perhaps it was because of the chicken-training session in the sunroom last time.

Jiang Cheng silently sighed, "No wonder she came in eighth place at the Women's National Games."

Given time, he should be able to surpass some of the other girls around him.

For beginners.

Being willing to take the initiative to 'try' is already a very rare thing.

Soon, after seeing that her health had recovered a bit, Jiang Cheng told her to follow him and stay close to him.

Let's get down to serious tower pushing.

Seeing her tacit agreement, Jiang Cheng's lips curled into a smile.

He gently pulled her wrist, which was holding her phone, and said, "Relax, stay close to me."

Jiang Cheng's palm was warm, and he held her wrist tightly.

This action relieved Qiu Yihe's inner tension somewhat.

Although her fingers were a little weak, they still followed Jiang Cheng's rhythm precisely.

She was gritting her teeth, her eyes red.

Jiang Cheng reached out and touched her smooth hair.

"It's alright, just wait patiently for a while, and we'll be able to fight together soon..."

Qiu Yihe's tense state was also relieved.

After patiently waiting for some time, Qiu Yihe began to revive.

The pattern is starting to change.

The two of them were half-pressed together, and the shadows of the two little figures on the phone screen overlapped, making it impossible to tell who was who.

Seeing that Qiu Yihe's movements became smoother, Jiang Cheng felt relieved.

"Don't push me around, it'll disrupt my rhythm."

After receiving the instructions, Qiu Yihe began to adjust his breathing to follow the instructions.

Their shoulders, pressed together, felt warm and cozy, and even their breathing gradually synchronized.

In the mid-game dragon fight, the opposing team focused their fire on Jiang Cheng's marksman.

Qiu Yihe's healer seems to be an extension of himself, seamlessly switching between healing, shielding, and slowing.

Even though he was being controlled by the opponent, he remained completely calm.

She knew Jiang Cheng would protect her.

Sure enough, Jiang Cheng used the milk to his advantage and initiated a team fight to cut off the backline. He cleared out the damage dealers in a few moves, and the marksman immediately turned around to remove her control and protected the low-health healer in his arms.

He lowered his head and whispered in her ear, gently biting her earlobe.

Pushing from the dragon pit to the mid lane, and then from the high ground to the crystal, wherever Jiang Cheng's marksman went, Qiu Yihe's healer followed.

In the final push to destroy the crystal, the opposing team put up a desperate resistance.

All her skills were unleashed on Jiang Cheng, and Qiu Yihe bit her lower lip hard.

Jiang Cheng said, "Be good, follow me and I guarantee you'll succeed."

Qiu Yihe's healer stayed close to his face the whole time, spamming healing skills almost continuously, and the healing light enveloped the two of them completely.

Their hands were clasped together, palms pressed together, fingertips intertwined, arms pressed tightly together, and half of their bodies almost merged together.

Just before the crystal shattered, Jiang Cheng's archer turned around and gently rubbed against the healer, as if touching, but more like merging.

The moment the word "victory" popped up on the screen, he immediately put both phones aside, reached out and wrapped his arms around Qiu Yihe's waist, pulling her into his embrace and kissing her lips.

The kiss was tender and lingering, carrying the satisfaction of having just finished a thoroughly enjoyable battle.