"Huh!"
Li Fengtu suddenly let go of Wang Yangming's hand and brushed his collar straight. "You want me to hit you, don't you?"
Li Feng leaned in close and whispered, "Is this jealousy and envy I detect?"
"Your cousin sure has a great figure, too bad for you, all you can do is look on enviously."
"You wouldn't be fantasizing about it in your head, would you? You're truly a beast."
"Damn it, shut your mouth."
Wang Yangming grabbed Li Feng's collar in a flash, rearing up his fist. This bastard was too shameless, twisting the facts—he'd never entertained such thoughts.
Even if he had, he'd never admit it.
Wang Yangming swung his fist at Li Feng, who did not even try to dodge, allowing the punch to land squarely on his face. Li Feng collapsed to the ground.
"Ouch, I'm being hit, help!"
Wang Yangming stared, dumbfounded, at the fallen Li Feng. Was his punch really that powerful? But he hardly felt it.
