"Beauty, now you're being unreasonable. Clearly, you're about to hit me, so how can you say what I'm up to? You should ask yourself what you're doing." Ye Feng clung to her hand, deliberately feigning a confused expression as he retorted.
Ye Feng's words made the beauty stomp in anger but left her helpless.
Indeed, it was her intention to teach Ye Feng a lesson. But now, not only did she fail to punish him, she was instead humiliated by Qin Tian—how embarrassing.
"Your hand's nice, pretty pale," Ye Feng quipped while holding her hand.
"Let go of me." The beauty desperately tried to pull her hand back, her face flushed red.
This beauty was indeed the senior sister in this martial arts hall, the strongest among her senior brothers and sisters.
However, such skills were nothing in Ye Feng's eyes.
To discipline her, Ye Feng could do it more easily than squashing an ant.
So naturally, Ye Feng wanted to play with her properly; otherwise, wouldn't it be a waste of her beauty?
