"Not polite? How exactly are you going to be impolite?" Ling Feng glanced at Saint Di Anfu, stretched lazily, and said with a smirk, "If we fought, you'd lose. If we argued, you'd lose. So tell me, what can you do to me?"
Looking at Ling Feng's shameless demeanor, Saint Di Anfu bit down on her silver teeth. "Ling Feng, don't push me!"
"You sound like you're going to transform if I push you!" Ling Feng retorted dismissively. "But if you want to beat me, it's not entirely impossible!"
"Oh?" Saint Di Anfu asked curiously, "Are you actually daring enough to say how?"
Ling Feng chuckled. "Why wouldn't I dare? In this world, only my woman can defeat me... in bed. So, are you sure you want to defeat me and be 'impolite' to me?"
"Ling Feng, you damn scoundrel!" Saint Di Anfu furiously lunged at him, grabbing his arm and biting down hard.
Ling Feng inhaled sharply. This Saint Di Anfu, the so-called Bright Saintess, acted more like a shrew, biting people at the drop of a hat!
