"Jia, how are you feeling?" "Jia, are you alright?" In the small room, several female soldiers voiced their continuous concern.

Lin Jia held her drawn-up legs tightly with both arms, staring blankly at a corner of the room, her long hair plastered to her skin with sweat, lending her an added allure of captivating sexiness. She remained curled up, utterly motionless, the violent surge of Zhenqi within her having completely subsided. Thanks to Qin Fen's assistance during the crisis, her strength had instead taken a blessing in disguise, advancing her directly to the peak of the Six-Star realm.

Her face, which should have returned to its usual fairness with the calming of the Zhenqi storm, was now even more flushed than before her deviation. Just moments ago, within the confines of this small room, the scene of that **-inducing intimacy kept replaying in her mind. Lin Jia didn't know whether to feel shame or some other emotion entirely. She had actually moaned like a ** in front of Qin Fen, her body utterly defenseless under his touch! What would Qin Fen think of me? Lin Jia gazed blankly at the wall. Would he think I'm a **? Should I tell him I'm still a **?

"Jia, are you alright?" The female soldiers looked worriedly at Lin Jia's bed. Besides sweat, there were traces of certain bodily fluids that only appeared after intense physical reactions. Could it be? Qin Fen was just in this room with Lin Jia... and did he... to her? The several soldiers saw the same question reflected in their comrades' eyes.

Qin Fen stepped out of the room, noticing that the sky had turned completely dark. The moon and stars now dominated the heavens, a stark contrast to the mid-afternoon light when he had entered. Glancing at the reaction in a certain part of his body, Qin Fen could only groan inwardly, wishing such a thing wouldn't happen again. This situation was truly taxing!

Closing his eyes, the explicit scene flashed through Qin Fen's mind. The intense visual impact left a profound impression, making it even harder for his body to settle down. He glanced at the sky... Qin Fen's face flushed hot, and his pace quickened with every step he took.

Speed.

In an economy hotel across the entire Federation, a soft knock interrupted Song Jia's attention. "Who is it?" "It's me..." Click...

The door opened. Song Jia stood wrapped in a white bath towel, her beautiful eyes wide with disbelief as she watched Qin Fen walk in. "You..." Song Jia wrinkled her cute little nose, sniffing the air twice, her eyes taking in Qin Fen's soaked clothing. Her lovely lips whispered, "There's a woman's scent on you, and it smells like a beauty, too."

"Jiajia..." Qin Fen scratched his head. "Can I take a shower here first?" "Yes!" Song Jia stepped back several paces to clear the doorway to the bathroom. As Qin Fen entered, she poked her beautiful head through the gap. "I’m not the jealous type, but my man smells like another woman, and a strange scent at that. So, you owe me a reasonable explanation later."

"Deal," Qin Fen agreed, already half-undressed. He turned to look at Song Jia, who showed no sign of withdrawing her head. "How long are you planning to watch?" "I'm going to watch until the very end, of course," Song Jia pouted, stating matter-of-factly, "My man has such a great physique; it’s only right that I get to appreciate it thoroughly."

Qin Fen shook his head with a wry smile. Being around Lin Liqiang for too long, Song Jia was starting to pick up some of that guy's air; she was developing into quite the ** enthusiast.

Qin Fen shed his last piece of clothing, and Song Jia let out a string of appreciative sounds. "Even the greatest artist brought back to life would sigh at their inadequacy upon seeing your physique, unable to sculpt such perfection."

"Sigh!" Qin Fen sighed and turned on the faucet to wash away the sweat. "Oh~~" Song Jia's gaze drifted downward, her delicate, rosy face instantly turning crimson. She let out a soft squeak and fled back into the room, only her lingering voice floating back to Qin Fen: "You are so wicked, actually..."

Qin Fen emerged from the bathroom and looked at Song Jia, who was hiding under the covers like an innocent little rabbit. He couldn't help but climb onto the bed. Without a word exchanged, their eyes met. In the darkness, Song Jia stretched out her almost luminous arms and gently pulled Qin Fen's neck, giving him a deep, lingering kiss.

Kissing, touching, the most primal sounds of breath gradually filled the room. The small bed seemed to ride the powerful currents of a freighter, rising and falling.

Afterward, Song Jia lay quietly in the cradle of Qin Fen's strong arm, clutching his body tightly, as if afraid her man might suddenly fly away. She lifted her head to look at Qin Fen. Although this wasn't their first time making love, each encounter filled her with happiness. She listened quietly as Qin Fen recounted the story of the sweat and the strange scent.

"It really was that woman," Song Jia puffed out her cheeks, her lips pouting. "I suspect she deliberately let herself descend into Zhenqi deviation." Qin Fen managed a wry smile. How could anyone intentionally invite Zhenqi deviation? Perhaps that woman had her own inescapable difficulties?

"Hubby..." Song Jia hugged Qin Fen. When they were alone, she loved... "...be honest," Song Jia prompted Qin Fen, "was it hard for you to resist?" "Yes," Qin Fen nodded. The foundation of their relationship was trust. To hide things would be a sign of distrust between them. Besides, Song Jia was an astute woman; she might be fooled for a moment, but could a lie last a lifetime? Though the topic was awkward and absurd, he had no intention of concealing anything.

"Then..." Song Jia's face burned red, and her voice dropped considerably. "Did she feel good to touch, or did I..." In the dark room, Qin Fen's face was still visible, flushed crimson. This question was too direct. How would Lin Liqiang answer if he were here? After a millisecond of thought, Qin Fen quickly replied, "Her? I don't even remember what it felt like. I only remember that the feeling with you, Jia, was the most wonderful sensation."

"Is that so?" Song Jia smiled radiantly. Although the words sounded false, like a response straight out of Lin Liqiang's playbook, they were what women most loved to hear, and she was no exception. "A reward for you." Smack...

Another kiss landed on Qin Fen’s face, making it burn even hotter. Some things simply weren't that easy to forget! "Hubby, can I sleep with my head on your shoulder tonight?" "Mmm..."

In the darkness, the young couple soon quieted down. Song Jia secretly watched Qin Fen in the dark, her face a mixture of nine parts happiness and one part tart jealousy. Her mind drifted back to the look Lin Jia had given Qin Fen a few days prior. That woman... Song Jia frowned, making a quiet resolution in her heart. She definitely has designs on Qin Fen!

Treating a woman suffering from Zhenqi deviation was more exhausting than fighting three or five Eight-Star martial artists. Qin Fen had already slipped back into his dream state, practicing external Zhenqi shockwave training with the King of Sleaze, Zeng Yicheng.

The sun rose again. Qin Fen woke from his dream to find Song Jia sitting on the windowsill, gazing out at the scenery. He froze for a moment. A gentle sense of happiness slowly bloomed in his chest. Qin Fen's lips curled into a sweet smile. Having such a beautiful companion was truly an immense blessing. However, this blessing was perhaps too great; swallowing it all down wasn't easy! Qin Fen's thoughts turned again to the person behind Song Jia—Earth's Martial God, Song Wendong. Though they had never met, Qin Fen sensed the stubbornness and dominance of that old man.

Qin Fen got out of bed. Song Jia, with hands that had washed and quickly dried his military uniform, slowly helped him put it on. "Hubby, you have to do well again today." "I will." Qin Fen looked at Song Jia as she fastened his buttons. "Today's match will probably be the easiest one since the tournament began."

"Is that so?" Song Jia looked up at Qin Fen's confidently smiling face. "The two biggest highlights of the New Recruit Tournament are the martial arts events and the small team coordination battles. I heard that elite recruits from every continent will be sent, mostly composed of martial arts elites mixed with other specialists. In previous years, the intensity of the team coordination battles even surpassed the individual martial arts events."

"That’s true, it was fierce before, but this time the main focus should only be the martial arts events. As for the small team coordination matches?" Qin Fen smiled. "Xue Tian's net will definitely be a headache for many opponents. Lin Ling's marksmanship will also cause trouble. As for me? I will be the finisher in the first round of today's team cycle competition."

Song Jia stood on her toes and kissed Qin Fen on the cheek. "My hubby will surely be the best." Qin Fen touched the spot where he'd been kissed. "For that kiss, I need to secure the first victory as cleanly and quickly as possible!"

"Your opponents seem to be the American team," Song Jia said, linking her arm through Qin Fen's left arm as they walked out of the room. "It's possible the Little Dragon King, Yang Lie, and Kai Tian, Brooks, will both be on the field, so don't let your guard down too much." "A pity... Zeus Mark is severely injured," Qin Fen admitted with a slight hint of disappointment.

After leaving the hotel and having breakfast with the team in the mess hall, Song Jia noticed the atmosphere at the East Asian New Recruits' table was even more relaxed than usual, as if the important small team coordination battle wasn't scheduled for them today.

Xue Tian drank his fifteenth cup of milk, stuffing two eggs into his mouth. "Old Qin, you need to shine today!" Qin Fen also shoved an egg into his mouth. "Why, are you planning on not trying hard?" "With you here, why would I need to try hard?" Xue Tian’s expression was brimming with confidence, making Brooks and Yang Lie look at each other strangely, wondering why anyone would be so confident that Qin Fen alone could win a team coordination match.

After breakfast, the new recruits from all continents immediately headed to the stadium to await the large screen broadcast. Xue Tian, Xing Wuyi, and Lin Ling followed Qin Fen to the armory designated for the East Asian team before they entered the arena to select their respective weapons. Upon entering the room, Xue Tian, with his arm draped over Qin Fen’s shoulder, pointed toward a corner of the armory and laughed. "Brother, the one-ton Thunderstorm is calling your name."

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