As if guessing Fu Miaohan's thoughts, Ye Chenfeng gave her a mischievous smile and withdrew his foot from behind her knee.
"Boom!"
The next moment, Fu Miaohan felt a tempest sweep across her thigh, even blowing up her skirt!
She knew very well what this was—Ye Chenfeng was attacking directly!
Suddenly, Fu Miaohan's lips parted swiftly, and a flash of coldness in her eyes followed. The next moment, a tender white thigh under the table swept up with a gust of wind!
"Bang!"
Fu Miaohan's tender white thigh collided fiercely with Ye Chenfeng's leg!
A hint of surprise flashed in Ye Chenfeng's eyes; indeed, he had been right in his initial guess—Fu Miaohan knew Martial Arts and judging from the Qi Force flowing inside her, she was an expert.
Ye Chenfeng's intention was precisely to force Fu Miaohan to make a move, and ultimately, Fu Miaohan couldn't hold back and struck. A cold smile formed on Ye Chenfeng's lips.