Nan Feng's tiny frame was held firm by Ye Ge. After a few struggles, her face suddenly blushed.
This young body was overly sensitive to the opposite sex. Now that her back was in contact with Ye Ge's strong, wild chest that was seeping with heat, she shuddered.
But Ye Ge was still in a martial arts practice state of mind. He didn't hastily release Nan Feng, only asking, "Where did you learn these martial arts moves?"
"I... Of course, it was my master who taught me," Nan Feng replied, still blushing.
"Who's your master?" Ye Ge asked cautiously.
"An old recluse who used to live in the mountains. Taught me these hand-to-hand combat skills. I haven't seen him since," Nan Feng told a small lie.
Ye Ge pondered for a moment but didn't probe further.
There were countless eccentric men in the world, many ambitious yet oppressed, some choosing to withdraw from the world and hide in the mountains, others becoming bandits.
