After a while, Zhao Lina asked, "Ye Fan, your Combat Skill is impressive. How did you train to become so skilled?"
"Do you want to learn?" Ye Fan looked up.
Zhao Lina nodded, "Of course I do. Can you give me some pointers?"
"No way. I don't have time," Ye Fan refused flatly.
The way of Combat Skill is not easily revealed. The ancient martial arts should not be taught lightly either. Zhao Lina was not an ancient martial arts practitioner, so how could Ye Fan casually reveal the secrets of ancient martial arts training to her?
Zhao Lina said, "I can pay you tuition."
"I'm not short on cash," Ye Fan said, then deliberately let his gaze drift over Zhao Lina's pretty face and bulging chest, teasing with a wicked smile, "What I lack is a girlfriend. If you're willing to be my girlfriend, I might consider teaching you."
Zhao Lina immediately grew cold, her slender eyebrows arching slightly, an intimidating aura emerging naturally.