Feng Ling sneered and tapped his bandaged arm. "Look at your right arm. You might not even be able to defeat me. Who do you think you are when you can't use your right arm? You don't even have a foothold. I can easily knock you down."
"Is that so? It's been a long time since I've seen it. Why don't you try pushing me down now?" The man leaned close to her.
Feng Ling raised her hand to push his forehead. "I'm being serious. Don't lean so close."
"I'm not serious?" Li Nanheng raised his eyebrows. He suddenly glanced at the bed outside the bathroom meaningfully. "Otherwise, what do you think I meant? Did you think wrongly?"
"Li Nanheng!" Feng Ling looked at him coldly.
The man raised his brows. "En, I'm listening."
