"Don’t be afraid, I won’t lose," said Duan Xi.

"I’m afraid you’ll lose!" Jiaojiao was so upset she was on the verge of tears.

She always knew Duan Xi was competitive, and usually, she didn’t mind because it never threatened his life.

But what’s the situation now?!

It’s car racing, on a mountainside. He knows how to drive, but racing and driving are not the same thing!

Even if he’s the eternal Wolf King, he’s still just flesh and blood. If he falls off the mountain, it’s nearly certain he’ll die!

"I know you’re worried something might happen to me, but nothing will. Change your clothes and race with me, okay?" Duan Xi gently held her and kissed the tears that fell unconsciously.

"Me too?" Jiaojiao was taken aback.

"Yes," Duan Xi said deliberately, "Don’t worry. Even if I die, I’ll take you with me."

"!!!" Jiaojiao.

What kind of devilish sweet talk is this?

Oddly enough, Jiaojiao was quite receptive. She reached out to hug his waist, and with her head up, bit his chin lightly, muttering, "You’re not afraid of scaring me away." Then she buried her head in his chest and snuggled, full of reliance.

Duan Xi felt her attachment and tightened his arms, carefully embracing his entire world.

While the two were intimately tangled in the dressing room, outside, Ruan Chi and Ruan Feng’s faces were extremely grim.

Ruan Chi even dragged Lu Xian out, Ruan Feng’s eyes flashed, and he followed. Lu Zishu instinctively wanted to chase after them, but Ruan Lei blocked his path.

Duan Xin watched the three who had already left and said to Yu Rou and the other girls, "It’s okay, you guys go to that dressing room and change. We’ll skip the race and just take a couple of laps in the novice area and watch the competition."

The girls, keener than the guys, understood when Duan Xi clashed head-on with Lu Xian earlier. Now hearing Duan Xin’s words, they didn’t say anything and took the rented clothes to the dressing room.

Ruan Chi pulled Lu Xian outside, and as soon as they reached an uninhabited corner, he let go of Lu Xian. He took off his glasses, then removed his suit and handed it to Ruan Feng behind him, clenched his fists, and asked Lu Xian, "What did I say to you in the car, Yanzi? Are you really going to make it impossible for us to be brothers anymore?"

Lu Xian laughed, "If trading brothers for a wife is possible, I’d be willing... ugh..." he didn’t finish his sentence before Ruan Chi’s fist hit him hard, knocking him back a step, and he sat down on the ground, blood spurting from the corner of his mouth.

He looked up at the furious Ruan Chi, licked the corner of his mouth, and recklessly provoked, "Go ahead, hit as hard as you can."

Ruan Chi clenched his fists, his bones creaking.

Though he really wanted to throw a few more punches, Ruan Chi couldn’t bring himself to do it. He just couldn’t understand, he knew Lu Xian well, he wasn’t like this before.

He’s so smart, he should understand everything he did today would put Jiaojiao in a difficult position.

"Why?" he asked, staring into his eyes.

Lu Xian maintained the posture of being punched down, looked up, smirked, with an air of nonchalance, yet his words made Ruan Chi tremble all over.

Lu Xian raised his hand, pointed to his left chest, "Chizi, it hurts here, really hurts."