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"Sparring? I'm not afraid of you!"
Luo Ning was in a good mood, she retorted and then pounced onto Mo Han, pinning him to the ground and sitting on top of him.
"With those skills of yours? Down in one move and you call yourself a one-in-a-million martial arts prodigy?"
Feeling the jade-like softness atop him, Mo Han felt a fire igniting in his lower abdomen. He wrapped his arms around Luo Ning and flipped over, pinning her to the ground.
"Ning'er, tonight we..." He leaned his head towards Luo Ning's earlobe and whispered hotly.
"No way." Luo Ning pushed Mo Han's head away and turned her flushed face away, "You'll still sleep on the floor tonight."
Mo Han pouted and said, "Sleeping on the floor could make me catch a cold. Do you have the heart to see me with a headache and a runny nose?"
"Oh, so annoying. Just let go of me," Luo Ning didn't want to argue with Mo Han, so she stubbornly resisted.
