"Huff...."
"Hehehe...."
The masked woman gently blew out a breath, and the fragments of fabric stuck in her nails floated away.
She tilted her head back, letting out a devilishly charming laugh.
"Laugh it up, if it weren't for me forcibly using Seven Injuries Fist and suffering the backlash, would I be in such a sorry state?"
Qin Yu couldn't help but grumble inwardly. However, his spoken words were nonchalant, "Are you that happy? It was just a warm-up!"
"Hmph, if you can't do it, you can't do it. All men are the same, stubborn as a mule even in death!"
The masked woman's gaze turned frosty as she spoke with disdain.
"How am I not up to scratch?"
Comrade Xiao Qin was agitated; how could a man not be up to scratch?
He clenched his fist, making a cracking sound with his joints, and glared at the masked woman with irritation: "You're asking for a pounding, aren't you? I'll oblige!"
"Come at me, little weakling,"
the masked woman mocked, beckoning with her finger.