"Is... is he really a new student?" Elder Lei silently compared the gap between himself and Xiao Fan.
"If you knew his age, you'd be even more shocked," Su Qian said unhurriedly, his appreciation for Xiao Fan growing even stronger.
To be able to match Zi Yan with his physical body alone—he truly had achieved something extraordinary.
The contest between Zi Yan and Xiao Fan had not ended. For the most part, Zi Yan attacked while Xiao Fan passively defended.
"Xiao Fan-zi, why aren't you hitting back at all!"
Although beating up Xiao Fan felt great, how was someone refusing to hit back not another kind of cold violence toward Zi Yan?
Zi Yan huffed angrily as she waited for Xiao Fan to make a move. Always being the one to hit Xiao Fan was indeed very satisfying, but sometimes, being a little passive was not necessarily a bad thing.
Zi Yan's cheeky look not only failed to anger Xiao Fan, it instead made him feel she was even cuter like this. Compared to beating up his child bride, pinching her little face was far more pleasing to Xiao Fan in both body and mind.
"Mmph!"
"I'm not fighting anymore!"
Zi Yan puffed out her cheeks, crossed her arms in anger, turned her head away, and plopped down on the ground.
How could Xiao Fan not know that the little thing was throwing a tantrum again? This was his first time seeing someone get angry because they had not been beaten...
"You little..."
To satisfy this insatiable little thing, Xiao Fan had no choice but to pick Xiao Yan'er up like a little chick and land a vicious slap on her tender little bottom.
"Awoo!"
A hungry-dragon roar that was impossible to tell whether it came from pain or pleasure