"Alright, I'll stand still and not fight back, you can start now." After testing Luo Ye's strength, Ye Xuan nodded to signal for him to make a move.
Mou Ye's teeth itched with hatred, the leisurely expression on his face clearly indicated—she was being belittled!
Damn it, since it's like this don't blame her for being impolite. Just as she was about to make a move, she thought twice, considering he had helped her quite a lot, it wouldn't be good to make him lose too much face. Better to test the waters first with the Sanda techniques she'd practiced, yet she used full force.
Ye Xuan stood firm like a rake, taking Luo Ye's punches with ease, still wearing a relaxed and composed expression. Mou Ye felt suffocated, perhaps she was being oversensitive, he probably didn't need her to save his face. In his eyes, she must appear as insignificant as a soft bean sprout, right?
