Late at night, 11:55 PM.
Ding Lingdang, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, stared right at a big and tall boy and kept on shouting:
"Duan Zeyu, luckily, I have always regarded you to be a firm and unyielding man. I can't believe that I would be requesting a little help from you, for you to be my sparring partner. Can't you give me a thrashing for thirty to fifty minutes every day? You are not going to be unfaithful to a friend, right!?"
The boy called Duan Zeyu had his face turn ashen from fright as he secretly complained in his heart.
Although he was a senior student who was about to graduate and had reached the 9th level of the Refinement Stage, how could he be an opponent of Ding Lingdang, this wild dragoness?
It would most likely be him who would be trampled upon by her for thirty to fifty minutes every day. It would simply better to die than live, and that's what you call a "little help"!?