A Sweet Soft Alpha and a Psycho-Beauty Go Viral Online - Chapter 29

Yu Wanyin’s cheeks flushed red as she loosened her grip, reluctantly letting go of the soft, enticing sensation under her hands.

Qiao Sanghe seized the moment to break free from her control, but Yu Wanyin was quicker. She immediately reacted, catching Qiao Sanghe from behind and locking her in place again. This time, she pinned both of Qiao Sanghe’s hands behind her back.

No matter how hard Qiao Sanghe struggled, she couldn’t break free.

Yu Wanyin wasn’t using much strength, but her hold was like an unyielding rope—firm and unshakable. No technique Qiao Sanghe tried could reverse the situation.

Now drenched in fragrant sweat, Qiao Sanghe had exhausted all her strength just trying to escape Yu Wanyin’s grasp. But it was no use. Her opponent’s restraint was like a mountain pressing down on her—completely overpowering and impossible to shake off.

Eventually, Qiao Sanghe gave up, deflated and breathless. She complained in frustration, “Yu Wanyin, you just love bullying me.”

Yu Wanyin quickly released her and gently helped her up, explaining earnestly, “I’m not bullying you. I’m teaching you.”

Qiao Sanghe glared. “I’m just an ordinary person with zero training—how could I possibly keep up with you? You’re clearly taking advantage of how weak I am! You started with such a difficult move—how was I supposed to break free?”

Yu Wanyin calmly responded, “That’s exactly what I’m teaching you—how to break out of this kind of hold. I hope you’ll never have to use it, but if the day comes, it could save you. Let me show you how.”

She began demonstrating the move. She instructed Qiao Sanghe to grab her the same way she had earlier. With a fluid motion, Yu Wanyin twisted her body, shifting out of the disadvantageous position with a swift turn. Then, in one seamless movement, she flipped Qiao Sanghe’s arm and reversed the control—neutralizing the grip completely and escaping effortlessly.

Qiao Sanghe watched in awe, stunned by how quickly Yu Wanyin freed herself.

Yu Wanyin really was exceptional. The escape technique was graceful, efficient—and surprisingly simple. But even if it looked easy, Qiao Sanghe knew she couldn’t pull it off just yet. Still, she was determined and focused as she started practicing the move seriously.

It took some effort to learn, but Qiao Sanghe picked it up quickly. After a few more demonstrations, she began to free herself from Yu Wanyin’s grip—still not perfectly, but far better than her first attempt.

Eventually, she tried a few more times—and each time, she succeeded in breaking the hold.

Time flew without either of them realizing how long they’d been at it.

By the end, Qiao Sanghe felt completely sore and spent—her back ached, her waist was tight, and her legs barely supported her.

So this was what taekwondo training felt like. No wonder Yu Wanyin’s strength didn’t come easy—it was hard-earned through relentless discipline.

“My shoulders are killing me,” Qiao Sanghe whined. “You definitely hurt me when you were pinning me earlier.”

She’d never been through this kind of physical strain before—let alone actual pain. But now, thanks to taekwondo, she was both sore and bruised.

Yu Wanyin immediately checked her over with great care and asked softly, “Where does it hurt? I’ll massage it for you.”

Qiao Sanghe pouted and let Yu Wanyin carry her back to the bedroom. Once inside, she peeled off her top, revealing a delicate white lace bra—strikingly alluring—and pointed to the red mark on her shoulder.

“Right here. It really hurts. There’s some herbal oil for bruises in the first aid kit—you can use it.”

Yu Wanyin quickly fetched the medicine and gently applied the ointment, using smooth, practiced strokes to massage away the soreness. Her hands moved in rhythmic circles, easing the tension. The herbal oil felt especially slick against Qiao Sanghe’s pale, soft skin, making every touch more pronounced.

Yu Wanyin’s fingers moved delicately across her body, and the sensation was so comfortable that Qiao Sanghe couldn’t help but let out a low, pleased sigh.

“You’re really good at this,” she murmured. “I didn’t know you had such skillful hands.”

Yu Wanyin smiled faintly and continued her gentle ministrations, trailing her fingertips down to other parts of Qiao Sanghe’s body with the same tender care. Her hands moved like they were playing a soft melody on piano keys, lightly brushing across skin like petals gathering morning dew—each motion easing away the day’s exhaustion.

Qiao Sanghe had no strength left. Her languid body practically melted into Yu Wanyin’s arms, her lips brushing against her ear as she whispered teasingly, “Were you always this tired after training? How did you manage to keep going? It sounds exhausting…”

Yu Wanyin took in the soft scent of her skin. The answer was simple.

“Because I had someone I wanted to protect. That belief gave me strength. I knew I had to become strong enough to shield them. No matter how hard or painful it was, it never felt unbearable.”

Qiao Sanghe suddenly smiled and asked softly, “Am I… one of the people you want to protect?”

That question sparked something warm.

Yu Wanyin replied without hesitation, “It used to be my younger sister. She was the reason I pushed myself. But now… things have changed. Besides her, the person I most want to protect—is you. As long as you need me, I’ll always be here behind you.”

Hearing this, Qiao Sanghe was touched. Life constantly shifted. Once, the two of them had been like parallel lines, never meant to meet. But now, fate had brought them together—and Yu Wanyin saw her as someone worth protecting.

She was no longer alone.

“That answer makes me really happy,” Qiao Sanghe said softly, curling a finger toward her. “Come here.”

Yu Wanyin leaned in.

That devastatingly beautiful face was suddenly graced with a tender warmth. Before she could react, Qiao Sanghe’s soft lips brushed her cheek—warm, slightly damp, and fragrant.

Yu Wanyin’s eyes flickered with a rare softness as she wrapped her arms around Qiao Sanghe and kissed her deeply. Her lips parted hers gently, stealing the warmth between them with quiet intensity. The coolness of her lips mixed with the heat of desire—an intoxicating contrast.

Her scent was too alluring to resist.