Mo Boyuan pinched Jiang Tingxu's nose, and then loosed his hand. He kept doing this several times, and he found it so interesting that he didn't seem to stop.
Soon, Mo Boyuan felt that he was slapped in the face by someone, while she didn't use much force, so it didn't hurt.
"Mo Boyuan, if you pinch my nose again, I will kick your *ss, understand?"
"Could you stop being so childish?" Jiang Tingxu thought. "Why do you have to pinch my nose?"
"Come on, honey, do you think you can kick my *ss?"
Jiang Tingxu did learn some fighting skills, and it might be enough to fight against ordinary people. But if she wanted to fight against a man like Mo Boyuan ...
Mo Boyuan had been training in the base at his home ever since he was three years old. In terms of fighting skills, he could definitely be ranked in the top ten! It was all because he didn't want to be so high-profile. He didn't want to fight for fame or honor.
