"Girl, if you keep this up, you'll hurt yourself."
Wu Ming was retreating while hoarsely reminding, "Take a break, then fight again later, okay?"
"Why wait? Haven't I waited enough?"
Baili Xia was already fighting with bloodshot eyes, unable to stop at all.
"I won't hurt myself; I'll only hurt you. Wu Ming, be careful."
"Confidence is good, but you really need to rest now."
Wu Ming suddenly reached out with a big hand and grasped her right hand.
He stepped forward, pressing tightly against her, not giving her a chance to continue fighting.
His eyes were deep, voice hoarse: "No more fighting. Tonight, we stop here."
"No, this is just the beginning." Baili Xia was unwilling to stop, suddenly swinging her left hand and striking at him again.
Wu Ming didn't care about that strike; he was only afraid she might hurt herself.
"Girl..."
"Wu Ming, have you ever deceived me? Have you ever done anything to hurt me?" Baili Xia suddenly asked.
