Wang Zi Jun's Ancestral Cultivation Technique (5)

"I have nothing to talk with you!" Zhao Yu turned his head away again.

Huo Li Juan pouted again, feeling greatly upset by her repeated setbacks with Zhao Yu.

Hmph!

She decided to play her trump card.

Withdrawing her hand, she slowly moved it under the table, placing it on Zhao Yu's knee.

"What are you doing?!"

Zhao Yu abruptly stood up, swatting away Huo Li Juan's hand.

"Hehe!" Huo Li Juan laughed smugly, as if she had gained some significant advantage.

Zhao Yu felt a rush of irritation.

After rejecting her a few times, did she really think he was so docile?

"If you keep this up, I won't be polite anymore!"

Huo Li Juan became even more energized, reaching out again towards Zhao Yu's thigh, with an attitude of taking advantage of him.

Zhao Yu reacted quickly, placing his hand on Huo Li Juan's thigh in return.

Swoosh!

As soon as he touched her, he felt her thigh muscles tense up.