As soon as Ji Xinghuo spoke, the atmosphere immediately became somewhat eerie.
Especially since most of Zhao Manying's leather jacket had burst open, leaving only a few straps of leather hanging on her body, barely covering anything, revealing a set of sexy underwear.
Fortunately, whatever material her underwear was made of, it was extremely tough and had not been sliced by the sword qi, avoiding a complete exposure.
Even so, her provocative figure still made Ji Xinghuo's heartbeat accelerate.
His practice outfit was also heavily damaged, and now he was still sitting on Zhao Manying's abdomen, in close contact, and the position was particularly ambiguous, with a soft sensation coming from beneath him.
The two looked at each other for a few seconds.
"Uh…"
Ji Xinghuo was just about to speak when Zhao Manying also said at the same time, "Let me get up first."
"Okay!"
