"Are you serious?"
Lu Bei looked oddly cautious, carefully eyeing Zhan MingXin's bandage.
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Well, her abs are pretty toned.
But that's not the point. The real concern is the bandage, which Lu Bei seriously suspected might harbor some hidden danger. For instance, it might recognize its master with a single touch, or detonate on the spot if touched twice.
The way of immortals can be treacherous, especially for young men like him. One must learn to protect oneself when venturing out.
He decided to observe it closely for now, reluctant to take action right away.
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"What are you waiting for? Hit me."
After half a pot of tea, Zhan MingXin grew impatient, urging Lu Bei to hurry up.
Lady, watch your mouth. Do you think we're a couple fooling around? It's not that I look down on you, but after one punch from me, will you know whether to bend over or squat down?
Ugh, filthy!
