He didn't think of anything as he chased after Lin Ji'an.
"You cannot escape!" Lu Jianheng activated his Cloud-Stepping Boots. He soared over the herb patches, closing the distance in seconds.
He landed in front of her, cutting off her path.
"Caught you!" Lu Jianheng reached out to grab her shoulder.
Ji'an skidded to a halt. She reacted instinctively. She grabbed his outstretched arm, pivoted on her heel, and used his own momentum against him.
'Dough-Kneading Flip!'
She hauled him over her shoulder.
But Lu Jianheng was stubborn. As he went airborne, he grabbed onto her sash.
"Whoa!"
They both went down.
It was a tangle of limbs, white robes, and gray cloth. They tumbled down a small grassy slope, rolling over each other, ground, sky, ground, sky.
They came to a stop at the bottom of the hill.
Lu Jianheng was on his back. Lin Ji'an was straddling him, her hands pinned to his chest to break her fall.
Silence.
The birds chirped. The wind rustled the leaves.
