Who The Hell Is Calling A Truce?

Huo Ningxi took a deep breath as he was pulled up. Bending one leg, he stretched out his hand and brushed his fingers through his hair.

"That's it for today. Let's continue next time."

The two had fought without holding back, but neither of them used any technique; they simply released their anger and strength.

Thus, they were both bruised and swollen; nothing like the handsome boys who were surrounded by squeals of excitement on the school ground.

It was hard to say who had the upper hand; both were equally pitiful.

Shen Xun laughed and lay on the ground, his chest heaving.

Huo Ningxi followed his lead and also lay down. "Hey, I heard you made Song Yaoyao your Big Bro because you couldn't beat her."

"Uh huh."

Shen Xun narrowed his eyes as he stared lazily at the light above his head.

There was nothing to be ashamed of. Especially when his Big Bro was so impressive.

Huo Ningxi's throat twitched and he laughed.