Martial arts have become extinct worldwide, yet I am forced to have a large family.

"Finally, we've shaken them off!"

"Huff... huff..."

He was bent over, his hands supporting his knees, feeling like his lungs were about to explode.

Mom!

Fortunately, I am now a martial artist, and my physical condition is better than that of an ordinary person.

If it were the original owner of this body with her weak physique, carrying such a large person for such a long distance would probably have caused her to die on the spot.

"Yang Xian, I didn't expect you to last so long."

Su Lingling rubbed against the back of his neck as he sat on his back, "It's so bumpy... my legs are a little weak."

Yang Xian: ? ? ?

lasting?

Legs are weak?

stop stop stop!

Why does a perfectly ordinary sentence sound so completely different when it comes out of your mouth?!

Is your thought process different from other women?

Was it factory-set with colors included?!

"Su! Ling! Ling!"

Yang Xian straightened up and put the girl off his back.

"Ah!" Su Lingling stumbled and landed, her big eyes full of innocence.

"What the hell!"

"They were clearly complimenting your stamina!"

"What an oblivious man!"

"I really have to thank you!" Yang Xian rolled his eyes. "I'd be grateful if you didn't cause me any trouble!"

"Okay, okay, don't be angry. I know I was wrong."

Su Lingling suddenly softened her tone and gently shook his arm.

Her delicate little face was full of sincerity.

The girl was wearing a light blue pleated skirt today, and the hem swayed gently with her movements.

Her shapely, beautiful legs were completely exposed, dazzlingly white.

Yang Xian's gaze swept over it for only a moment before he felt his throat go dry.

It's impossible not to like this kind of woman.

He also admitted that he was somewhat susceptible to this.

Perhaps he was a peony in his past life for over twenty years, never even holding a girl's hand. Faced with this level of coquetry, his defenses were practically zero.

"I...I'm not angry with you." Yang Xian turned his head away, his tone somewhat stiff.

Hehe, I knew you were the best!

Seeing this, a hint of smugness flashed in Su Lingling's eyes.

She turned around, her long, flowing hair drawing a beautiful arc in the air.

The fragrance from her hair wafted directly onto Yang Xian's face.

"Let's go, that amazing rice noodle shop I told you about is just up ahead!"

The girl walked ahead, the golden bell on her wrist making a series of crisp "ding-a-ling" sounds with her light steps.

Yang Xian watched her retreating figure and sighed helplessly.

Ugh!

Why couldn't I have met a girl like this in my past life?

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Soon, Su Lingling led Yang Xian through a maze of turns and arrived at a secluded alley.

At the end of the alley is a rice noodle shop that looks quite old.

The shop wasn't big, but it was exceptionally clean and tidy, and the air was filled with the aroma of bone broth.

"Grandma! I brought my friend here for some rice noodles!"

Su Lingling's voice reached inside even before she entered the room.

"Hey! It's Lingling!"

A kind, elderly voice came from the kitchen.

Immediately afterwards, an elderly woman with gray hair came out, her face full of a kind smile: "You're here for noodles again today? And this is...?"

Her gaze fell on Yang Xian, and after looking him up and down, her eyes lit up instantly.

"Oh dear, Lingling!"

"Is this your boyfriend? He's really handsome!"

Yang Xian's eyes twitched, and he was about to retort when a small hand suddenly pinched the soft flesh around his waist.

"hiss--!"

He gasped, almost crying out on the spot.

That hurt terribly!

The next second, Su Lingling took the opportunity to hug his arm and affectionately rested her little head on his shoulder.

So soft!

It smells so good!

"Yes, Grandma! He's my boyfriend, and he's so good to me!"

"We're going to get married and have lots and lots of little babies! Isn't that right, darling?"

After saying that, Su Lingling didn't forget to wink at Yang Xian.

Yang Xian: "???"

marry?

And have many, many babies?

It seems like it might not be a bad idea...

bah bah bah!

I already have a girlfriend!

How can you have your cake and eat it too?

Jiang Mengyun will kill me!

But Yang Xian glanced at Su Lingling's threatening look, then looked at the old lady's gratified expression.

The word "no" that was on the tip of his tongue was swallowed back down.

He was afraid that if he denied it, Su Lingling would immediately put on another show of hugging his legs and crying.

Just like the side gate of the school.

After weighing the pros and cons, Yang Xian squeezed out a single word through gritted teeth.

"……yes."

"Wow! You two have such a great relationship!"

The old lady rubbed her hands together: "Please sit down first. What would you like to eat? Grandma will cook for you!"

"The usual, two bowls of their signature dish!"

"Okay!" The old lady walked into the kitchen with a smile.

"Have you hugged me enough? Why aren't you letting go?"

"Can't I even have a hug? What a stingy man!"

Su Lingling pouted in dissatisfaction, but still let go. "I don't even want to be hugged by others!"

Yang Xian was too lazy to waste any more words with her and casually found a seat to sit down.

All he wanted to do now was finish this bowl of noodles as quickly as possible and run away, getting as far away from this woman as possible.

I'm terrified that I'll really fall for it!

However, as soon as he sat down, Su Lingling sat down right next to him.

Their shoulders were almost touching.

"Why are you sitting next to me?" Yang Xian subconsciously moved to the side. "Isn't there a seat across from me?"

"What's wrong?"

Su Lingling tilted her head, her brows furrowed, "Are you my husband or my boyfriend? Why are you being so nosy?"

"I am you...it's you..."

Yang Xian was instantly speechless.

He was taken aback and realized that no matter how he answered, it was wrong.

"Fine, you can sit down if you want. I'll come over, okay?"

Yang Xian admitted defeat and got up to sit opposite Su Lingling.

"Tch, does he hate me that much?" Su Lingling muttered under her breath, watching his avoidance of her.

"You really don't want to sit with me?"

The girl's words were a double entendre.

But Yang Xian clearly didn't grasp the deeper meaning behind it.

"I'm afraid your hands won't stay still!"

Soon, the old lady came out carrying two steaming bowls of rice noodles: "The noodles are here! Young couple, eat slowly, and call me if you need anything."

"Yes, thank you, Grandma."

Su Lingling responded and skillfully pulled out a pair of disposable chopsticks from the chopstick holder, rubbing them up and down a few times.

"Hiss—!"

Yang Xian looked at the ordinary bowl of rice noodles on the table.

He really couldn't understand why Su Lingling would specifically bring him to eat this.

However, he didn't want to ask any more questions; he just wanted to finish the job quickly.

He picked up a mouthful of rice noodles with his chopsticks and slurped it into his mouth with a "slurp".

Hmm, the taste is alright!

"How is it? Not bad, right?" Su Lingling raised her chin. "Don't let the small size of this shop fool you, grandma's cooking is absolutely superb!"

"Um!"

Yang Xian had to admit this.

However, just as he was about to take another bite, he felt something gently scraping against his knee.

Soft and slippery.

Without even thinking, Yang Xian knew who was behind this!

Yang Xian stared intently at Su Lingling across from him, his hand movements visibly pausing.

"What kind of trouble are you causing now?!"

On the surface, Su Lingling was focused on slurping her noodles.

But under the table, those delicate little feet were restless, lightly scraping against Yang Xian's kneecaps.

I am not allowed to do it.

Can't I just move my foot?

What a foolish man!