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Gu Youyou, although she doesn't need to charm men with her looks, was certainly not indifferent to her own allure.

"I'll beat some sense into you then you'll know if you're dreaming or not," she said.

Gu Youyou raised her delicate fist—the whiteness and tenderness of her hands belied the force of her punch. With one hit, she would have to kneel and beg Zhang Chi not to die on the spot.

"Youyou, my Youyou!"

Zhang Chi knew Gu Youyou was just teasing and immediately pushed his luck, arms outstretched ready for a hug.

Gu Youyou certainly wouldn't comply with his wishes. With an effortless two-step retreat, she avoided Zhang Chi, maintaining a certain distance from him at all times.

"So, you want to spar with me?"

After dodging, Gu Youyou kneaded her fists again, the threat clear as day.