"Song Xiaodong, I'm telling you, don't hold back your strength today. I want to see just how tough you really are!" Qiao Yutong, tossing aside her shoes, flexed her wrists and ankles, staring menacingly at Song Xiaodong.
"Let's not, shall we? You're such a beauty, and if I hurt you, my heart would ache."
Whenever he was with Qiao Yutong, Song Xiaodong couldn't help but tease her a bit.
"Scram!" Qiao Yutong roared in anger, her leg whipping out in a kick aimed at Song Xiaodong's waist.
She thought Song Xiaodong would dodge, but to her surprise, he didn't move a muscle, and her leg connected squarely with his waist.
Qiao Yutong was taken aback and pulled back midway, so by the time her leg reached Song Xiaodong's waist, it hardly had any force left. She snapped, "Take this seriously."
Song Xiaodong let go of his hands, catching Qiao Yutong's calf, and said with a grin, "You attack without warning, and I'm not at all prepared. How could I possibly dodge?"
