He came behind the girl and pulled her into his arms. His smooth chin rubbed against the girl's soft silky hair.
When the man came closer, Qin Shu smelled a strong smell of alcohol. Thinking that it was his son's full moon party today, it was normal for him to be happy and drink.
"Hmm, it's much better than the dagger I am carrying."
The man pursed his lips. He thought of how the girl's martial arts value had recovered to 90% of its original level, but the value of his martial art still had not recovered. The recovery speed was as slow as a turtle's crawl.
Even if he spent time practising martial arts every day, the recovery speed was still very slow.
It made him worried. If the value of his martial art could not recover, how could he protect his wife and son?
Recovering own martial arts value had always been Fu Tingyu's worry.
