"Stop spacing out. If we can't take them down, neither of us is going to have a good day today."
Yan Peipei had already sprung into action. She took out a white rope and cinched her flowing clothes tight, paying great attention to detail. The beautiful ancient costume, bound by the rope, became compact.
That's how people in ancient times managed their clothes, making it easier to work.
Then, she looked around, walked to the side, and pulled out a steel rod...
"You can't be thinking that just the two of us can beat them, right?"
"What else can we do? If we don't fight back, they'll do as they please. Then you'll be left crippled and I'll be raped. What's your choice?"
When Yan Peipei talked about these matters, she didn't sound like a young girl at all, but rather composed.
In fact, she was even younger than Chen Mo, just like Chen Yanxi, both only in their first year of university.
Could girls of this age really handle such situations so calmly?
