Volume 1: When I Was Young Chapter 32: Where Am I Hard?

  Furious! Zhan Zhuang is furious!

  Through the phone, Zhan Zhan finally saw clearly what kind of ghostly figure she was now. If it weren't for this person being herself, she would definitely laugh more wildly than Xia Fei Han. Look at that mirror, what a mess!

  Admitting to being funny is one thing, but being able to take teasing is another. And being teased by Xia Fei Han is yet another matter altogether. She might be able to brush off the ridicule of everyone in the world, but not his. A single mocking glance from him can set her off and put her into combat mode.

  "Go die! Go die!" Zhang DouDou yanked the wig off her own head and, without rhyme or reason, viciously slapped it onto Xia FeiHan's head.

  Xia Fei Han smiled and leaned on the table, feeling like he was about to cry. The angry roar from Warlord Zhan's ear made him even more delighted. His whole life was spent fighting against Warlord Zhan and opposing him.

  Then he felt that there was something extra on his head, and from the thickness and size of the tactile sensation, he immediately thought of the thing that was originally worn on the head of Zhan Yu.

  "Take it away! Get lost!" Xia Fei Han stopped laughing and nervously grabbed the wrist of Zhan Zhu Zhu, he didn't have the ability to accept this ghost thing.

  "Make you laugh! Make you laugh!" Zhan Zhuang tried to break through his heavy defense, but unfortunately, the two people's strength was not much different now, and she couldn't gain any advantage.

  "Take your stuff away!" Xia Fei Han's hand was clenched around a handful of fake hair, his whole body trembling with disgust. He had mysophobia and couldn't accept such a weird thing.

  "Here it is!" Xia Fei chuckled, now sitting on the chair, rarely taking advantage of his height, he jumped up with both feet and pounced forward.

  A fierce and evenly matched battle, the outcome is always difficult to predict, and it's possible that something unexpected will happen at any time, just like this current intense fight.

  What is called "out of the master, not yet quick death". She calculated well the height, strength and arc, grasped the timing and opportunity, but she forgot that today she was driving a pair of high-heeled sandals that she had not yet tamed.

  The force was transmitted from the front of the foot, through the thick sole, to the ground, but the feedback force was not as expected. The already bent knee did not have the subsequent strength to guide, and the whole person fell forward stiffly.

  In front of her was Xia Fei Han, sitting in a chair, Xia Fei Han with both hands grasping her arm.

  ...she couldn't stop her own body from falling, and he didn't have a hand to stop the human weapon that was pouncing into his arms.

  Xia Fei's eyes were wide open as he stared at her, his head spinning, and before he knew it, his handsome face had crashed into her bosom.

  Ow... That's the first feeling. My nose hurts, am I going to have a nosebleed?

  A posture unsuitable for fighting is not a good posture. Two bodies that suddenly come together and suddenly separate again.

  Zhan Zhan hastily straightened her body, she didn't think losing balance was beneficial to herself. She pulled away, kicked off the sandals on her feet, and swung a wig in her fingers, looking at Xia Fei Han who covered his face with a slightly painful expression, and said: "Cut it out, you can't even take a punch, so delicate!"

  "Give it a try!" Xia Feihan covered his nose, staring at the culprit with a cold smile: "His chest is as hard as steel plate, and he still has the nerve to show off!"

  "Pfft! You're as hard as concrete!" Xia Fei Han's words severely struck War Dul Dul, who always managed to poke at her sore spots - she hated being criticized for her appearance, her figure, and her personality. War Dul Dul flung her wig aside, stood with her hands on her hips and chest out, and stormed forward: "Where am I hard? Where am I hard?"

  Xia Feihan stood up straight, pulling away from the height difference, and retreated a step to avoid her "chest attack", until his back hit the table, unable to move another step. It wasn't until he accidentally put on this tight-fitting little dress that Xia Feihan discovered she actually had some chest, although it wasn't big, but the small bun-like curve was like a peach in its early growth, emitting an enticing aroma.

  Don't turn your head away with disdain, don't glance at me with contemptuous eyes, my heart racing: "Don't use your shield to defy me! I know you're tough, I know you're thick-skinned, impervious to blades and bullets!"

  "You're so tough! You're so thick!" Zhang Doudou was furious, shouting loudly and poking Xia Feichan's chest with his finger, feeling the power transmitted from the tip of his finger, and proudly saying: "Look at you! Copper wall iron wall! The Japanese artillery tower is just as strong as you!"

  It's a different story when a man has a broad and sturdy chest, and when a woman does. Xia Fei coldly gazed at her smug smile and slightly ridiculed: "Thanks for the compliment!"

  Praise? Waruwaru's smile stiffened for a moment, then came to her senses, annoyed: "You go die!" The attack didn't work, so she had to turn back to defense again: "This lady's body is soft enough to be a yoga instructor!" To prove what she said was not false, Waruwaru stretched one leg straight up to her ear, forming a perfect 'I' shape.

  "See or not see? Take a good look, this is what's called gentle."

  He saw it, he really saw it... The short skirt that was originally above the knee couldn't cover her savage posture at all. Long and straight, white and tight... The extended lines of her legs created an absolutely stunning visual stimulus. And she was facing him! Did she know that what she was showing him now wasn't her softness, but her privateness?

  Pink underwear, pink lace edges... Okay, no matter how strong a woman's exterior is, she will also have such a delicate side. Everything around her became illusory in Xia Fei Han's perception, he couldn't quite hear what she was saying, and couldn't think clearly about what he was doing now. The picture in his eyes only retained the impact brought by that pink and white, the crisp green turned into an illusory background.

  Budding and waiting to bloom...

  He really wants to get to the bottom of this...

  A small spark of fire meandered and twisted, starting from the lower abdomen, then rapidly gathering in the dantian, accumulating pressure, before suddenly bursting out, wildly surging towards every part of the body. Xia Fei had never admitted to having any thoughts about fighting with his sister, but the fact was that occasionally, when she revealed her feminine charm, it could still challenge his nerves as an eighteen-year-old boy...

  "Take a good look!" Zhan Zhan looked at Xia Fei Han's stunned expression and finally felt like he had won: "Tell me, who's harder, you or me?"

  Xia Fei Han blinked his eyes and shook his head, shaking off the endless thoughts in his mind, not daring to look at her again.

  Turning around to face the desk, he heard her shouting in his ears, but was too afraid to respond.

  Because he is stubborn.

  Digression

  You're so silly, haha, the fan is too bad, the fan especially likes Ni Han's contradictory and awkward appearance. One last shout: