Two hours later, in the room, Chu Mo was hugging Ye Diewu with a smile brimming with laughter.
"How about it? Your young master is awesome, right?"
A wicked smile crept onto the corners of Chu Mo's mouth.
"You're more than awesome! You're simply too incredible!"
Ye Diewu gave him a coquettish glare, snuggling into his embrace, drenched in sweat and seemingly exhausted.
"The combat strength of your young master has always been formidable!"
Chu Mo burst into laughter suddenly: "Shall we go for another round?"
"Ah, no, you beast!"
"No, more like worse than a beast! You still want to..."
Ye Diewu screamed.
"Hey, actually, your young master can fight all night long if he wants to!"
Chu Mo said, a hint of desire unfulfilled as he smiled mischievously at Ye Diewu.
Upon hearing this, Ye Diewu promptly fainted.
"Hey, don't pretend to faint. I was just kidding with you! Get some good rest; your young master is leaving now!"