WARNING! Tsundere President

Lu Zhaoyang could feel herself being unwrapped by the feisty man as she crawled on the bed a little, feeling sure that she could not skip the intercourse tonight.

“S-stop—Ah…”

I don’t care if it’s a room with great soundproof or whatever, people can still eavesdrop us by the wall!

And when on Earth did Huo Yunting buy his rubber??

Her lips were then swarmed by his ticklish flesh as Huo Yunting reached her mouth hungrily with his hands firmly grabbing her face and breathing heavily in erotic rhythm. Zhaoyang could not help but moan at his incoming caress as her body was burning like fire and Yunting embraced her like a moth to the flame. He pulled the blanket over themselves. The motion occurred as the night lapsed over quickly.

The blazing morning sun in the sky woke her up the next day. She did not manage to view the sunrise as usual and could not even hear the rooster crowing. She rubbed her eyes as she heard the noises downstairs. The maids cleaned the dining table after the elderlies had finished their breakfast.

It was a storm on her bed last night. He was wild but he watched where he bit. No marks were found on any revealing body part. It looked like she would not need the long sleeves and jeans for the 17 degree Celsius day.

She talked a little with her mother for the morning and right when she headed to her room yawning in the afternoon, Huo Yunting stopped her and ordered her to join him. “Meeting an important client,” he said.

“Oh, take a safe trip, dear.” The old lady laughed as she sent them to the door.

Inside the car, she fastened her seatbelt with her eyes darted at her man as she snorted a few times.

“Do you have anything to say?” Huo Yunting slowly drove outside as he returned her glances, “There were only the two of us now. Don’t be shy.”

“Yes. First, no red-light district. And no Su Cheng. And I know deeply that it’s nothing related to work,” Zhaoyang listed her thoughts as she was very much informed that there was no client in the capital that was worth this much of their trouble.

“Clever Lu. As expected from my wife. You’re absolutely right, it’s nothing related to work. You are going for some stress-busting today.”

The car zoomed away.

The journey was quiet before they reached the destination. She could not believe her eyes when she looked at the building they were entering. Her eyes remained frozen even after she had walked up a few flights of stairs and the staff put a pair of boxing gloves over her hands upon Huo Yunting’s flicking fingers.

Is this Huo Yunting?

Why is he here?

More importantly, why am I here?

“What are you waiting for? Hit it!” Huo Yunting sat on a rattan chair before throwing a piece of straw into his guava juice, like an audience to his favorite match. Zhaoyang observed her situation in bewilderment: they were in a gym; there was this giant man with square chests and rockhard body standing before her, bald, about one and a half times her height; and the devil asked her to fight the man.

“Are you sure?” Whimpered, her cheek twitched.

I think you missed out on the ‘mi’ on your ‘stress busting’, Huo Yunting.

“Please. I asked you to punch the man. You just punch it.” Huo Yunting sat down with a plate of strawberries in his hands as he crossed his legs, “Work harder. You’re a tigress, not a kitten.”

“My insurance doesn’t cover this, my makeup doesn’t either.”

“Just pull the punches already. I’ll break his neck if he tried breaking yours,” stated Huo Yunting as he waved the premium strawberry before her, “Come for your snacks after you had fun.”

She watched Yunting licking and snapping the juicy berry before taking another look at the man.

This should be the so-called target dummy, I guess?

And I thought it only exists in movies…

“I’m not that strong. It won’t hurt, don’t worry,” she explained out of courtesy.

“It’s alright, just do it. It won’t leave a scratch,” said the jolly, bulky man before he chuckled out loud. The vein on Zhaoyang’s forehead made a twitch as she frowned.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP THUMP!

She jumped up and did a jab at his left chest! And then one on the right! The left again! An uppercut into the stomach! A right hook at his waist! A set of bullet punches at his abs! She backed away, floating like a butterfly. She charged, stinging like a bee!

“Hahaha—that tickles…” The man said.

Huo Yunting enjoyed every move she pulled on the boxing stage, still feeling regretful of the show he missed that day when his girl punched the blood out of that Steering Quin-what.

Good girl, getting better with each punch.

“Ugh…” She panted as she dragged her steps off the stage before collapsing onto the chair next to Huo Yunting. She was soaked in sweat.