Xia Yunsheng looked at him and sneered, "This is the only way you are better than me; you know I can't beat you."
Her eyes were filled with hurt. Any other man wouldn't treat her this way, but he could; he was her instructor, and he was stronger than her. Every time they fought, she was the underdog.
It truly felt stifling.
She thought she wouldn't lose to him again, but she still lost.
Cheng Yanzhi saw the pain in her eyes. Clearly, she was the one who did wrong, and she was the first to make a move, but now, with her aggrieved expression, it unexpectedly made his heart ache.
He looked at Xia Yunsheng, his voice hoarse and weak, "Tell me, Xia Yunsheng, what do you want? Mo Sichen is so good?"
"Yes, he's great! He's much better than you; at least he won't lay a hand on me," Xia Yunsheng said irritably, speaking without thinking.
