Kings Rising (4): M

Exhausted, Xun Zichen was drenched in sweat. His limbs grew wearier, trying to keep up with Yu Haoran's fluidity. She was fast and swift, creeping up on him every chance she got.

A knife had nicked his cheek, but it was nothing serious.

Xun Zichen was growing more tired. But he was pissed. Pissed that he hadn't found Su Xiang, pissed that his ex-fiancée wanted to murder him, and he had enough.

Xun Zichen charged directly at her as Yu Haoran patted her torso, looking for her beautifully carved lethal knives, and to her surprise, found one last one.

She looked at him and sprinted. She met him, tumbling over him. Xun Zichen fell on his back, dropping his sword. He tried to push her backward as the blade was mere inches from slitting his throat.

She locked him in with her strength, and Xun Zichen struggled. He wriggled beneath her, breathing heavily. She smiled venomously, and it irritated him more.