After that, the two communicated with fists and legs. They might have been the most violent couple that has ever lived. Among the soldiers, Yan Huan was one of the better fighters, and she had maintained an 80% win rate so far. Still, Yan Huan had no chance of defeating him. After all, most of her moves had been taught by him. Right now, she wasn't anywhere near surpassing her master.
The first few moves they exchanged was what Lu Yi had taught her, so he knew exactly what she was going to do. As they fought, he managed to strip her of her shoes and clothes.
"Lu Yi, you bastard!"
"I am a bastard."
"Lu Yi, I'm gonna kill you!"
"Do it."
"Lu Yi, you son of a…!"
"..."
When they were done with the duel and the deed, Yan Huan put her clothes back on and kicked Lu Yi with her white porcelain foot. Lu Yi caught her. "Hmm?" he raised an eyebrow. "You still want more?"
