Get Lou Qianxue Over Here

Lou Qianxue did not want to put up with Lou Xiaoxiao any longer. She said, "How about this. If you manage to touch my shirt in three moves, I lose. Okay?"

The words instantly infuriated Lou Xiaoxiao. "Three moves? Touch your shirt? What a joke! It's such a simple task. You underestimate me way too much."

Lou Qianxue raised her brows and smiled. "Then, try."

"So be it."

Twenty-five minutes later…

Lou Xiaoxiao was exhausted, and her face looked dull. "All this time, I trained so hard hoping to battle with you when you returned, but I never thought that I would fail to even touch your shirt."

When Lou Qianxue had taken her sword, Lou Xiaoxiao had become indignant. So she had trained hard while Qianxue was away so that she could regain the face that she had lost.

However, who knew that after half a month, Lou Qianxue had become more demonic than before.