Just after lying down on the ground, Mo Shangjun said with extreme dislike: "Move aside a bit, your heat is getting to me."
"So pretentious!"
Ding Jing widened her eyes, rolled her eyes at Mo Shangjun, her tone full of speechlessness.
However, despite saying that, Ding Jing still moved aside a bit.
After this level of training, the whole body heats up when you stop.
"If you're not pretentious, you're not young."
With her arms behind her head, Mo Shangjun looked up at the starry sky and leisurely continued Ding Jing's words.
"..."
Getting a bit irritable, Ding Jing grabbed a handful of grass and tossed it at Mo Shangjun.
Quick with her reflexes, Mo Shangjun extended her arm to block, deflecting the grass from hitting her face.
Mo Shangjun said: "A gentleman uses words, not fists."
"Damn you— wait till I catch my breath!" Ding Jing panted.
If she had even a little strength right now, she could rush over and spar with Mo Shangjun.
