"A mere kiss, is that too much?"
Chen Yu's smile broadened as he twisted his neck and with one punch, flung aside two fierce beasts that closed in, proposing what he believed to be a "not too excessive" request.
Once he spoke.
Nearby, young fighters such as Fu Hong and Fu Jing were taken aback.
To all the young men, Ye Luofeng had always epitomized the high and cold goddess with her icy beauty and transcendent purity, someone they dared not even look at directly, let alone defile.
But now, Chen Yu shamelessly made such a request.
For a moment.
The youths' gaze slightly glazed over, their expressions a bit tense.
In case!
If, just if!
The icy beauty they revered, in keeping with her promise, agreed to this request, how heartbreaking and infuriating it would be.
"You... shameless!"
Ye Luofeng's teeth gently clamped down as a trace of chill permeated her icy eyes.
