A Special Request (2/2)

Xiong Jingfei arrived at the place Feng Huan set up for them. He had his back facing her and didn't turn around when she approached him. She cleared her throat, but he still didn't turn around. 

"I'm here-" 

The moment she noticed Feng Huan showed any movements, his fist was already in front of her face. It stopped less than an inch from her nose, but it didn't mean she didn't feel the strength behind it. Enough that the side of hair swayed along with it. 

Feng Huan put down his fist when she didn't flinch. She stared back at him with her eyes unafraid of getting hit. Those eyes were just like last night when the bandit boss was about to slap her. 

"If you can land a finger on me, I will be willing to teach you." Feng Huan took out his sword and stabbed it into the ground. "You may need this." 

A real sword? Xiong Jingfei wrapped her hand around the sword handle. She never wielded or touched one before. The closest touched similar to a sword was a kitchen knife because it was her duty to learn, so she can become a "good" wife. There was no need for her to ever touch a sword, as she been told by her father. 

Removing the sword from the ground was tough, she wasn't expecting it to be this heavy! It looked light as a feather the way Feng Huan carried and swung it. 

She tried hiding the fact that it was too heavy for her. If she showed any sign of weakness, Feng Huan would refuse to train her.

Wait! What if she actually stabs him? He will seriously get injured! It was a real sharp sword and not a play sword. She was a novice and may not be able to stop herself in time from hurting him. 

"What are you waiting for?" Feng Huan growled. "Do you want to learn or not?" 

Xiong Jingfei rolled her eyes on the inside. Aside from his icicle appearance, his tone of voice fits perfectly with his face. She misses her warm Zheyan! She wants to get this over with and return back to the Capital. 

Feng Huan grunted, seeing her obvious thoughts written all over. She won't even be able to land a scratch on him, even if she tried her best. Her strength was like someone who has never done hard labor in her entire life. Which was odd, since she worked for Commander Xiong Guozhi's household. 

"Are you already finished?" Feng Huan crossed his arms, showing great impatience. 

Xiong Jingfei glowered. Of course not! Don't blame her if she "accidentally" stabs him dead! 

Holding the sword to the steadiness she can get in her hands, she rushed at him head-on. She didn't bother to aim anywhere else but went right for Feng Huan's head. He didn't use much effort to dodge her clumsy swordsmanship. 

However, it didn't make Xiong Jingfei give up after that first miss-hit. Turning right around, she swung at him again, aiming for his waist this time. Which all it took was a step back for Feng Huan. She couldn't even make a mark on his clothes with the tip of the blade. 

This continued on until Xiong Jingfei's milky colored face was flushed bright red. She was huffing and panting, but never once did she drop his sword or her attempt to "hit" him. 

Feng Huan was wondering if she was actually trying to kill him at this point. He tested her by yawning, he said, "Awful!"

For a second, Xiong Jingfei paused her swinging. She was resisting her lips from twitching. He should feel blessed if she doesn't assassinate him in his sleep tonight! 

To keep her composure, she was comforting herself by saying, he is only doing this because she teased him about Zhao Fan. It's fine. Since he plans to be this way, she will do what she knows best to win! 

"Ahhh! My dear friend, Zhao Fan, is that you?" Xiong Jingfei screamed, waving frantically to someone back at camp. 

Feng Huan's eyes widened, and compare to before when she approached him. His reaction, this time was faster as he turns his attention back to the camping ground. He couldn't see anyone clearly with how far away they were. Just in case, he squinted his eyes. Still, he couldn't find a body figure remotely similar to Zhao Fan...

By the time he realizes what was going on, a familiar sword came flying past him, and a pair of hands was felt. As they pushed him down to the ground. He didn't resist. Feng Huan could only stare into the eyes of the pusher and her sly smile behind the white veil. 

"As promised, you will teach me if I can land a finger on you." Xiong Jingfei gasped, having one knee on his chest, and in her hand was his sword. "I have a total of ten fingers touching you."

Feng Huan's body froze up, "You cheated!"

"How? You only said that I need to land a finger on you," Xiong Jingfei stabbed the sword onto the ground, less than an inch away from his neck. "Or did I need to actually chop off your neck?"