Drunk on Lan Yin

Man: To get closer to my beloved wife, I’ll train hard, starting with horse stance.

The woman beside him threw a sudden punch. The wooden post toppled. She rolled her eyes and walked away…

The man, wobbling like a weakling beside her: This is so depressing…

Man: To earn a place in my beloved wife’s bed, I have to make sure I can take a beating without getting off it. I need to build my toughness.

The woman beside him kicked, and the wooden dummy’s head went flying, flying away…

She glanced at the man, then walked off…

Leaving the male lead and his sparring partner trembling in the morning mist.

Man: To win decisively when I face my beloved wife in bed, I need to be strong. Let’s go!

The woman looked helplessly at the man across from her, an unknowing tenderness showing in her eyes. Though rough on the surface, she patiently guided him through each move of his attack.

After morning practice, the man hurried after the woman, fawning over her…