Fighting fiercely with Yang Yuetian, who stood over two meters tall, Meng Chuan didn't need to compress his form and could release it entirely.
Close-quarter lessons inevitably led to unavoidable contact and collisions.
As slender hands bypassed the barriers and accidentally touched something soft, Meng Chuan's fists and feet trembled slightly...
Yang Yuetian leaned forward, her black hair and golden eyes causing her exquisite face to magnify infinitely in Meng Chuan's eyes.
Her long, curved eyelashes fluttered, and Meng Chuan captured a fiery, intense desire in those golden eyes.
A sweet, warm breath hit his face, and at the moment when it entered his nostrils...
As Meng Chuan clenched his fists, he had a faint foreboding...
Time flew by so quickly.
The lesson time for today came to an end, yet Yang Yuetian's gaze remained soft and clung to him, reluctant to let go...
