"Just with your combat skills, I can crush you in seconds!"
"..."
Ya Tianxing silently stared at her arrogant expression.
"Mo Xiaoyun, you're lucky to have met me." Ya Tianxing looked at her with sympathy and pity, his tone full of sentiment, "Otherwise, you'd really end up lonely and old."
"..."
Mo Shangjun's mouth twitched slightly.
With his high standards, strange temperament, and flirting skills, he really has the nerve to say that...
Forget it.
If she keeps messing with him, it'll really get dark soon.
It's uncertain when the village's prized flower will return.
Mo Shangjun reached out to untie the bandage on his waist, and as her fingers touched his skin, he moved slightly. She frowned and said, "Sit still, don't move."
As soon as she spoke, she began to untie the bandage wrapped around him several times. But the inadvertent touch of her warm fingers made Ya Tianxing feel itchy, so he quickly grabbed her hand and said, "Forget it, I'll do it myself."
