Was there going to be a fight?
She had yet to fear anyone.
However, Fu Jiu didn't like to make enemies without a reason. "Handsome, I was praising you." It wouldn't be nice if he still got people to beat her up after she praised him.
Qin Mo laughed suddenly, but there was only coldness in his eyes. It looked like he could only appease his anger by tearing Fu Jiu into pieces. "Touching my chest is a form of praise?"
"You ain't no girl, what's the big deal with being touched." Fu Jiu persuaded. "Be gracious."
Qin Mo's eyes moved away from Fu Jiu's hand indifferently, and his voice sounded like it was being squeezed out from between his gnashed teeth. "Such a pity. Generosity has never been in my dictionary."
Did that mean that a fight was inevitable?
Fu Jiu looked at that extremely dangerous back and swung her aching wrist.
