Thus, Luo Yang continued to hold Hong Jiaxin closely, their gazes locked. Her clear eyes seemed to say, "I don't believe you can hold me like this forever!"
Compared to Luo Yang, her martial techniques were significantly inferior. She admired him in her heart, but her mouth would never admit it.
Whenever she would playfully wrestle with him, she hoped to defeat him once to prove her martial arts were not inferior to his. Each time, she ended up disappointed.
Now, as they looked at each other, she saw a mischievous smile in his unruly eyes, making her both annoyed and helpless. As his disciple, she was unwilling to accept it. At least she hadn't fully accepted him as her master in her heart.
She admired him, but she had great ambitions and secretly vowed that, as long as she was willing to train hard, she would one day surpass him.
