"Come at me."
With one leg in front and the other behind, slightly bent, Tang Tang cupped her hands to protect her chest and head, lightly hopping like a butterfly, her gloved hands beckoning slightly forward.
She looked full of confidence.
Before Zhou Ping'an could even make a move, she quickly added, "But you can't hit the face, okay?"
It's not just the face.
Zhou Ping'an rolled his eyes inwardly.
Out loud, he replied, "Alright."
Pushing off with the tips of his toes as if gliding on ice, he zipped up to Tang Tang with a whoosh.
A stabbing fist shot out like an arrow, heading straight for Tang Tang's forehead.
I'm not hitting the face, but what about the head, is it okay?
"Not good, too fast."
Zhou Ping'an held back his strength, controlled his speed, and threw a punch…
"Boom"!
Where the fist wind passed, the hair covering part of Tang Tang's face flew backward sharply.
Her phoenix eyes widened as if she hadn't reacted yet.
