Love for One Night

Ch 2: Over-the-Shoulder Throw (2)

"Ah—"

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"Yah—"
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"Wait a minute... huff huff... alright... again... ah—"
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"Keep going... don't stop... yah—"

"You've had enough, haven't you? If you're not tired, I definitely am." The man wiped the sweat off his forehead and sat down beside Sandra, watching the girl lying on the ground, gasping for air.

"Are... are you kidding me..." Sandra struggled to speak between heavy breaths. "Yao... you're so... strong... how could you... be tired..."

"I'm human too, of course I get tired. Unlike you, you're like a machine." Yao stood up, grabbed a towel and a bottle of water from a chair nearby, and tossed the towel to the girl on the ground. "Even machines need fuel. You're tougher than one."

"Thanks for the compliment." Sandra sat up, grinning as she wiped the sweat off her face with the towel.

Yao couldn't help but be captivated by the dimples on her flushed cheeks. However, her messy hair and wrinkled clothes gave off a somewhat inappropriate vibe, as if something had just happened between them. He shook his head, banishing the thoughts that shouldn't have been there, and said with a mix of sternness and concern, "If you keep practicing like this, your back injury will never heal. How do you plan to compete in the tournament?"

Sandra sat cross-legged on the ground, clenched her fist, and her eyes gleamed with determination. "Don't worry. I'll fight for the honor of our country and bring glory to the people!"

Yao chuckled as he tousled her already messy hair. "There you go, spouting nonsense again. Here and now, you're only representing yourself."

Sandra stood up, untying her hair as her long locks tumbled down freely. "Yao, are you still holding a grudge over what happened before we left the country?"

Yao grabbed a strand of her hair and wrapped it around her neck twice. "Should I strangle you to make you quiet down?"

Sandra playfully stuck out her tongue, rolling her eyes and playing dead. Yao chuckled and let go her hair.

"Yao, it's just a girlfriend. You can always find another one." She unwrapped her hair with her hands.

"Sounds so easy. Why haven't you found another boyfriend then?"

"Me? I've only been single for a few days; I haven't enjoyed it enough yet." Sandra bent down to pack her things. The sharp movement pulled at her back, making her wince.

Yao stepped forward, placing one hand on her waist and the other on her shoulder to steady her. He gently massaged her waist. "A girl like you, why insist on fighting all the time..."

Sandra turned her head sharply to retort, "Yao, that's borderline sexist... ah—"

Yao held her slender waist against his arm, leaning down, his face just inches away from her lips. He froze, not wanting to break the intimate atmosphere. The dampness of her clothes under his palm and the faintly enticing scent of her sweat stirred something in him.

Sandra regained her balance and patted his face. "Yao, are you daydreaming?"

Yao let her go and turned his face away awkwardly.

Sandra nudged his arm with her shoulder. "Yao, I told you, it's time to find a girlfriend. If you stay single for too long, even a sow might look like a goddess to you."

Yao raised his hand as if to smack her but stopped at the back of her head, instead ruffling her hair playfully. "Watch your words and behavior. You don't even act like a girl. Who calls herself a sow anyway... Hey... get down... If you don't get down, I'm going to throw you..."

Sandra hooked her arms around Yao's neck and stuck her leg out to trip him. But Yao, a former national youth team athlete, wasn't that easy to deal with. He twisted his body, throwing her off. Sandra wasn't one to admit defeat; she flipped over and used her shoulder to pin him down. But with her small frame, there was no way she could overpower Yao's larger build. Yao easily freed himself, pinning her to the ground instead.

This wasn't Sanda anymore—this was judo.

Sandra wasn't about to give up. Though she was exhausted from their earlier training, after catching her breath, she aimed a kick at Yao's sensitive area. If he hadn't dodged, it could have ended badly. Yao had no choice but to roll away, and Sandra seized the opportunity to jump on top of him. Yao pushed her off, but she locked his arm with her legs. Yao clamped her thighs with his, flipped her over, and pinned her face down.

This wasn't judo anymore—this was...a high-difficulty sex position.

"Let go," Sandra mumbled with her chin pressed against the ground.

"You first," Yao said, glancing at her legs flailing near his face, slightly out of breath.

"Let's both let go," Sandra proposed.

"Alright. One, two, three..." Yao released his hold but immediately grabbed her wrists when she tried to strike him. Pinning her down again, he smirked. "I knew you'd try something."

Sandra's mischievous grin faded as she looked into Yao's suddenly intense gaze. The sweat dripping from his hair and the slightly open collar exposing his defined collarbone and muscular shoulders stirred memories she'd tried to suppress. Her heartbeat quickened uncontrollably.

Yao patted her cheek. " Sandra, are you daydreaming?"