Iris flushed with humiliation and fury as she lunged to snatch the bottle from Lin Ge's hand, but with a flick of his wrist, the bottle vanished.
"Bastard, give it back to me! Give me back my stuff!"
Iris yanked on his collar, tugging back and forth.
Yet Lin Ge could clearly feel Iris's strength in her wrist waning, and even though she was enraged, it was more like she was being affectionate.
He certainly didn't think Iris was truly being affectionate, so he grabbed her hand and asked:
"Are you getting weaker?"
"Weak enough to still thrash you."
Iris pulled back her hand, and her fist once again greeted Lin Ge's face. This time he didn't dodge, allowing the soft blow to strike his face.
Indeed, it didn't hurt at all; instead, it felt soft.
"Give it back give it back give it back..." Iris chanted with each punch she threw, but after a little while, she ran out of energy first and ended up panting with her hands on her hips.