"Look at your sister."
Song Yun really wasn't interested in this woman who always inexplicably wanted to fight him. He liked pure women, not this kind of half-man, half-woman. But this woman seemed to have made it a mission to go up against him.
Having too much luck with women can be a hassle!
Song Yun sighed.
"Hmph!"
Wen Ting snorted coldly, glanced at Wen Changlin who was discussing something with Shen Yan, twisted her waist, and directly kicked Song Yun under the table.
Song Yun's senses were incredibly sharp; as soon as there was movement below, Song Yun felt it.
"Oh, this is too much!"
Song Yun swiftly moved his leg forward, releasing his flip-flops with ease, and extended his bare long leg towards Wen Ting's thigh.
Wen Ting's legs were clearly not as long as Song Yun's; Song Yun's leg was pressing against Wen Ting's thigh, keeping her foot from getting close to him.
"Hmph!"
