Danger, danger, danger!
Suddenly grabbed by Ye Shiyu's hand, Yan Huan's brain almost crashed.
At this moment, he truly felt like he was getting himself into trouble; he regretted not just letting her absorb some theoretical knowledge instead.
That way, at most, there would only be some risks later on.
Anyway, Ye Shiyu's skills won't fade with more learning, so why not just consider her diligent?
But now...
Isn't this seeking one's own doom, a dead end on the spot?
"Sister Shiyu, actually, what I'm talking about isn't this type, it's a one-on-one pure..."
Never mind, might as well struggle a bit!
Yan Huan awkwardly spoke up, planning to shift all the blame onto the shop owner.
As he gently tried to retrieve his palm from her hand.
"Smack!"
As Yan Huan retreated, Ye Shiyu advanced, turning her grip from his wrist to holding all four of his fingers except the thumb,
"..."
