Such intimate actions.
Heather Sage was almost twenty years old. Her face was slightly red as she glared at him. "I'm not a martial artist. Why would I remember this?"
"If you're not a martial artist, how can you talk about king-level strength!"
Jax Jackman was a little unhappy.
The word king was like a holy peak in the hearts of low-level martial artists. They could only look up to it and not compare in the slightest.
Heather was instantly furious. She was telling the truth.
Braydon Neal was a king-level person; many people had said so before.
In the end, Braydon helped her wipe away the stain on the corner of her lips and smiled lightly. "Heather doesn't need to cultivate martial arts. I will protect her for the rest of her life. No one in the world can bully her!"
"You're too straightforward for your own good!"
Heather rolled her eyes.
Although she was a little embarrassed, she knew that Braydon would never lie.
