"Mr. He, do you want me to carry you on my back?" Tang Feng said, unable to resist teasing after seeing her playful side.
"Get lost! If you have no shame, I still do!" Menglin fumed.
"So, you're okay then?"
"You're overthinking it, cough, cough, I could go another three hundred rounds, no problem, kiddo," Menglin said, her face flushing red.
Women, once they break that barrier, their ferocity just shoots up instantly. For Tang Feng, this was simply an unfathomable magic.
Can't you be a little more reserved?
"What are you spacing out for? Let's go eat at Sister Mei's place." Menglin gave Tang Feng a glance and moved forward, seemingly unaffected.
Right, she has been cultivating; such a minor injury is nothing. Tang Feng smirked and chased after her.
"Don't get handsy, okay? Mind the image, or don't expect to come over to my place again," Menglin warned, distancing herself from Tang Feng as she shook her hair.
