He raised his hand to gently stroke the wound, calmly licking the crimson blood on his fingertips, a flash of bloodthirst in his eyes.
This was the first time someone had managed to injure him... in such a manner.
Looking at the fine wound on Ou Cheng's face, Sheng Jingyi's eyes held a helpless smile; why did he suddenly feel that this young girl seemed to really enjoy taking swings at people's faces! However, it looked like she had shown a lot more restraint with him earlier!
Regarding this, Sheng Jingyi was extremely satisfied.
Little did he know that it was actually because he was her trainer and she couldn't beat him at that time.
...
The corners of her lips faintly curved up, playfully toying with the gun in her hand, Ling Xi's gaze quietly watched Ou Cheng, carrying a faint provocation.
She... didn't like being calculated against.
