Three inches! Two inches!
Eventually, Lin Qiao'er's fist stopped just a few millimeters away from Ye Qiu's temple, not smashing down.
As for Ye Qiu, from beginning to end, he looked at Lin Qiao'er with an unfazed expression. Even if Lin Qiao'er aimed her fist at him, there was no change in Ye Qiu's eyes, and he never moved an inch.
"Did you know I wouldn't hit you?" Lin Qiao'er asked, her anger tinged with a hint of surprise.
"Heh, have you ever seen someone seeking a favor with a fist? Unless you want to screw things up," Ye Qiu said with confidence, as if everything unfolding before him was within his expectations.
