Chapter 30 Such Exchange of Skills

Seeing Feng Qian's provocative look, Chu Yi couldn't help but laugh silently.

"Better not, it wouldn't be good if I hurt you."

Feng Qian slammed her beer on the table with a smack, her temper flaring.

"Hurt me? You're thinking too much, thinking I'm easy to bully? Come on, I'm going to teach you a lesson!"

As she spoke, she burped from the alcohol and walked to the open space in the living room, gesturing to Chu Yi with a hook of her finger, "Don't be a coward!"

Me? A coward?

The corners of Chu Yi's mouth twitched slightly as he slowly stood up, "Just remember, you said it yourself. Don't cry later."

"Who cries may still be up for debate," she retorted.

No sooner had Feng Qian finished speaking than she raised her leg to kick at Chu Yi.

Just then, Chu Yi raised his hand, "Wait a minute!"

Feng Qian stopped abruptly, almost falling over, and couldn't help asking impatiently, "What now? Are you scared?"