Teach kung fu?
Lin Tian was taken aback and stopped in his tracks.
He turned to take a look at Yan Yanxin.
At this point, Yan Yanxin had changed into a set of pure white martial arts uniform, made of quite coarse material, but it fit her neatly and gave her a different kind of unique beauty. All of a sudden, she seemed to radiate a valiant spirit.
The uniform was loose, yet her exquisite figure still seemed to peek through.
Indeed, as long as it's a goddess, anything looks good on her!
Looks, that's the real deal!
Thinking quietly, Lin Tian reached out to touch the other's forehead.
The smooth and snowy forehead felt like suet and was tender and slightly sweaty with a faint fragrance.
"No fever! Could it be another short circuit in the brain?"
Lin Tian withdrew his hand, murmuring to himself, shook his head and said, "I don't know any kung fu! So I can't teach you, and you shouldn't follow me. I have important matters to attend to!"
