Saving Mo Qing

The man rubbed his hands. He thought he was handsome, but he was actually exceptionally wretched.

Gu Man watched with cold eyes as the man approached step by step. Just as the man was about to approach, he sneered and raised his foot to kick the man's chest.

The man, who did not take this kick seriously, still wanted to reach out and hold Gu Man's slender ankle. Unexpectedly, the pressure of the foot on his chest was like a huge mountain, making the man unable to resist at all.

His eyes widened in disbelief before he fainted.

Mo Qing sat on the spot and had yet to react. There was still fear on her face.

A gust of wind blew past her ear. It was the man who had brushed past her face and fallen behind her.

Mo Qing almost subconsciously cursed. She knew that Gu Man was very skilled, but she did not expect her to be so skilled.

Even though she had seen it before, it was still breathtaking.