I See Roses

Chapter 4

In fact, everyone knows that Liang Xian holding Ming Si's hand was not intended to be inappropriate.

However, after walking several steps away from the Ming family mansion, Ming Si felt uncomfortable all over.

She hadn't said anything yet, but Liang Xian turned around, saw her expression, and chuckled lightly, "Just holding hands, and you find it so awkward?"

This remark almost reflected what kind of carefree playboy Liang Xian usually was.

He could even tease her so naturally.

The awkward feeling instantly disappeared, and Ming Si sneered, "I just don't want to hold hands with you."

After saying that, she continued to walk ahead, her high heels making deliberate sounds with each step.

Liang Xian casually slid his hand into his pocket and leisurely caught up with her.

He couldn't help but find her amusing.

Perhaps their acting skills that day were just too exceptional that they managed to fool everyone, including Cen Xinyan, who remained silent for an extended period without causing any further trouble.

On Saturday, Lin Xijia invited Ming Si to that MMA club again.

Ming Si quickly searched for some information and found out that MMA had recently gained popularity in China. Although various levels of competitions were being held, it was still considered a niche hobby.

How Lin Xijia had come to appreciate it remained a mystery.

"Why the sudden interest in fighting and violence?" Ming Si put on a pair of black sunglasses as they left the restaurant, covering most of her face. She had applied red lipstick with a subtle sparkle, making her fair skin appear even more radiant in the afternoon sunlight. People passing by couldn't help but look, mistaking her for a celebrity.

"I'm writing a script related to this topic," Lin Xijia said, and before Ming Si could commend her dedication, she continued, "And don't you think that the sight of muscular men fighting is quite sensual?"

Ming Si was speechless for a moment, "I actually don't think so. Don't you find it a bit intimidating?"

She didn't appreciate overly exaggerated muscles. In daily life, unless necessary, people wouldn't deliberately train to achieve such an obvious sense of strength, as it often compromised aesthetics.

Lin Xijia clicked her tongue in a confident manner, "You'll change your mind once you see it in person."

The club was named [PARROT], and its facilities were luxurious. The training gym alone occupied a separate building, with modern industrial-style décor. The lights cast a cool gleam on the black iron railings.

The manager here was an acquaintance of Lin Xijia. As they arrived on time, he walked over from the octagonal cage and greeted, "Miss Lin!"

Soon, introductions were made. The manager's surname was Zhao, and he was responsible for arranging the athletes' events at the club.

Last time, Manager Zhao wasn't present, and they only took a cursory look before leaving.

This time was naturally much more interesting. Manager Zhao showed them around the entire club, explaining the rules and classic events of MMA. Finally, they returned to the training gym and were invited to watch a practice match.

During their visit, most of the conversation took place between Lin Xijia and Manager Zhao, and Ming Si casually listened in, witnessing Lin Xijia's extraordinary skill in making things up on the spot.