Fan Tingbai had always considered himself a pretty good fighter.
He had trained in boxing, sanda, and taekwondo. His muscles were hard as stone, and his strength seemed inexhaustible. No matter how haughty a woman was, once she met him, she would end up wailing and begging for mercy.
People called him the Bedtime Perpetual Motion Machine!
So he was certain that this slap would knock the girl, fierce yet cute as a kitten, unconscious to the floor.
He couldn't be blamed for ruthlessly crushing this flower-he was in a hurry to ravage another snow lotus. As for that peony, she was even more beautiful, but he had to consider the feelings of his two buddies behind him. After all, pleasure was better shared!
Two hundred words of inner monologue, one second to hit the floor!
No one had expected such a small body to hold such fierce, overwhelming power. In a single exchange, she shut down the Bedtime Perpetual Motion Machine!
Zhang Yuxuan's and Ouyang Jing's expressions changed. Deeply loyal to their buddy, they both chose the gentleman's approach: words, not fists.
"How could you hit him?"
"We only came over to make friends. If you weren't interested, you could've said so. Why hit him so hard?"
Still protesting indignantly, Zhang Yuxuan and Ouyang Jing stepped forward to help Fan Tingbai up, planning a strategic retreat before calling in reinforcements.
They were used to throwing their weight around, but neither was an idiot. Even a tough guy knew better than to fight a losing battle!
Yuan Tanghua hurried over. The sight before him felt like a bucket of ice water poured over his head, chilling him from head to toe.
This is bad! Really bad!
Looking at the faces in the private room, which seemed to be putting on