Mist swirled as the match began, plunging straight into an extraordinarily fierce confrontation.
Even through a screen, Alesha's magic power made hearts pound.
The long years of suffering seemed not to have worn away her sharp edge, but instead honed it even keener.
Though that was only Jiang Han's personal impression.
Beside her, Du Lingxuan immediately sniped:
"If you made me start every day by taking down five alone, then work my way up to taking down seven, I'd be sharp as hell too—who else but me? Every match is one where 'I can't lose even a single round.' Of course you'd grow fast."
Du Lingxuan puffed out her cheeks, then reflexively patted her face.
"Damn! I didn't say her name just now, did I?"
"You didn't, you didn't..."
Jiang Han smiled and reached out to squeeze the other girl's soft, rosy cheek. She had to admit, Xuan Bao's skin was genuinely soft and tender; even after being soaked in water, touching it felt like lightly brushing flour, making one instinctively want to...
"Damn it, Han Bao, why are you pinching my face?"
Clearly unused to it, Du Lingxuan shook her head, wriggled free, and rubbed her own face as she eyed Jiang Han suspiciously.
"Don't tell me you like me, Miss?"
"How could I?"
Jiang Han reflexively added, successfully watching Xuan Bao's face darken. She hurriedly clarified:
"Sis, you're just not—well—not the type in my strike zone."
That was a lie.
Xuan Bao was, after all, a girl with an innocent, pretty, cute, rosy appearance. Though her insides were a muddled mess, according to the law that "your values follow your looks," she was still quite marketable. But as the old saying went, "Only an idiot would want to marry Xuan Bao." She was the rare sort of treasure