Fu Chi looked up.
"So?"
"How about sparring with me?" Bo Qingyu quirked an eyebrow, his playful and charming features becoming more profound, magnetically captivating.
"I am feeling rather stiff from inactivity, how about we wipe the slate clean afterwards?"
He slightly lifted his chin, smiling sinisterly.
Jiang Ruan gave him a side glance: "Can you stop being so unfair?"
Hidden behind his lax demeanor, this guy was actually ferocious and ruthless. Even though she has exceptional physical fitness, he could still engage in a satisfying combat with her.
Ordinary people wouldn't stand the slightest chance against his attacks.
Fu Chi-
He had only practiced martial arts for two years as a child, so how could he possibly match him?
Wasn't this blatant bullying?
"What does Mr. S.T think?"
Without acknowledging Jiang Ruan, Bo Qingyu turned to Fu Chi with a wry smile.
Without a hint of emotion on his handsome and elegant face, Fu Chi stood up and declared indifferently: "Sure."
