Bright eyes, white teeth, red lips, and a delicate nose—Fu Qian observed the lovely face before him, suppressing the urge to flatten it with a slap.
"How is it?"
The next moment, the violence in his heart faded away.
Wen Li, who had trained arduously for two days, was looking over with a tense expression.
"You've made considerable progress."
Fu Qian seriously commented.
Indeed, during those two days of leisurely life, Wen Li fully exploited her capitalist heir talent, making full use of resources by asking Fu Qian to help refine her Kaleidoscope skill.
Over these two days, her control had improved significantly, to the extent that even his own mind was somewhat affected under the chaotic assault just now.
"However, the next time you face an opponent of a much higher level, you should add less anger to the mix."
"…Okay."
Wen Li seemed to realize the danger she faced and stuck out her tongue slightly, a bit scared after the fact.
