"Lingzhi, what's going on?" He Qingsong asked with a sullen face.
He Lingzhi gritted her teeth and said, "That bastard used some strange movement technique, which fascinated me at once, so all I could think about was that technique, not even aware of what I was doing myself."
He Qingsong wasn't angry at this moment; instead, he was quite surprised and said, "So what you mean is you fought with him?"
"Yeah," He Lingzhi nodded in frustration.
"And then you lost?" He Qingsong stared into He Lingzhi's eyes.
He Lingzhi's mouth twitched, and in the end, she said dejectedly, "Yes, I lost. I'm not his match."
"Ha..." He Qingsong laughed aloud and said, "Lingzhi, then what are you dissatisfied with? Weren't you always looking for a man stronger than you? Song Xiaodong fits your criteria, doesn't he?"
He Lingzhi angrily replied, "You don't know how shameless he is. He openly admits to having lots of women. Am I crazy to marry such a philanderer?"
