Nangong Han stood up suddenly and walked towards her slowly, "It's so late at night, where are you so crazy?"
"I don't care which woman you slept with today, you don't care where I went!" Xiang Yimo retorted.
His cold eyes gradually tightened in the dark air. With his keen hearing, he found her location. He pinched her chin with his long and strong fingers and lifted it up gently, with a playful smile at the corner of his mouth.
Smiling, "Woman, am I too indulgent of you and becoming more and more lawless?"
"I am your wife, not your puppet to be manipulated by you; nor am I your doll for your entertainment." Xiang Yimo slapped his hand away angrily.
"Since you are my wife, you should fulfill your obligations!" Nangong Han suddenly stepped forward and grabbed her shoulders. Xiang Yimo reacted quickly, and with a counterattack, her body turned flexibly,
Breaking free from his restraints, she lifted her beautiful legs and kicked her sideways...
Nangong Han stood still on the spot, splitting the frozen air with his flying legs, stirring up bursts of fierce airflow. He raised his hand and easily grabbed Xiang Yimo's ankle, "Wearing such high shoes, it's almost impossible."
It's just self-abuse!" Nangong Han took off her shoes and threw them back casually!
One of Xiang Yimo's feet was tightly held by him, so she could only jump up and kick him with the other foot. However, Nangong Han suddenly pulled back one of her feet, and she immediately withdrew her move and kicked him alone.
Stand on your feet and spread your legs into a straight line...
"Let go of my feet!" Xiang Yimo roared at him.
"That's what you said."
As soon as he loosened his fingers, Xiang Yimo fell to the ground in one step. She groaned in pain, twisted her legs, stood up, glared at him angrily, and mumbled angrily.
He said, "I think you just need to be flat!" Xiang Yimo clenched his fists, with protruding veins on his thin fingers, and quickly swung his fists——
Nangong Han seemed to be teasing her on purpose, not fighting back but just dodging. Zai Xiang Yimo thought she was about to hit him, but he miraculously dodged away. She gritted her teeth and moved faster and faster,
He was getting harder and harder, but every punch and every kick missed him and could not touch his body at all. Xiang Yimo knew that he had met a master.
In the pitch-black night, there was darkness in front of them. They could only judge each other's position by sound. The more Xiang Yimo couldn't kick him, the angrier he became and his strength doubled. Nangong Han suddenly jumped onto the sofa,
She followed up with a fierce kick, and the tip of her toe hit the hard coffee table. She immediately lost her balance and jumped forward——
Nangong Han caught her body accurately and chuckled, "The way you throw yourself into your arms is very special."
"Who threw themselves into his arms? You got an advantage and still acted like a good boy!"
"Who do you think you are?" His feet quietly circled behind her feet, and with a simple judo tipping action, Xiang Yimo fell onto the sofa. "You lose, you have to accept my punishment!"
"Why do you punish... Uh-huh..." Before she could finish her words, she was kissed by his cool lips, and the rest of her words turned into vague complaints...