Ling Yue was indeed telling the truth; the motorcycle she usually played with cost over six hundred thousand. A BMW held no real attraction for her.
This also showed that Fang Dahai didn’t hold any status in the family, nor did he have much money; he was just driving this car to show off.
"Yes, yes... Sister Ling Yue is right."
Feeling the sexy red-haired lady was about to explode, Su Chen quickly chimed in from the side.
But after glancing at her watch, Ling Yue helplessly said.
"Forget it... Even if I go down, I can only spar a few rounds with this disgusting guy. I can’t hurt him. My strength is lacking, and since this guy hasn’t broken any laws, even the patrol wouldn’t intervene. Let’s take a rest first and see if this idiot is still around tomorrow morning?"
"Is that so? Well, that is a bit troublesome."
Su Chen frowned and said.
"Then if you became a real Martial Artist, Sister Ling Yue, could you beat this pervert until he’s picking his teeth off the ground?"
"Of course, no problem. By then, if I don’t make him kneel and call me dad, I won’t be called Ling anymore, regardless of what ancient martial arts family he’s from..."
As Ling Yue spoke, she squeezed her fists so hard she almost punched the wall.
This scene left Su Chen dumbfounded.
He really didn’t expect that the Ling Yue he thought of as so gentle and elegant would have such a violent side.
It seemed best not to provoke this woman.
Perhaps noticing Su Chen’s shock, Ling Yue quickly put away her fists, bit her alluring red lips, and flicked her hair, saying.
"Uh, Su Chen... I was just joking earlier. Don’t go calling anyone an idiot because of me, and remember not to show this side of me to other classmates. I’m usually very graceful..."
Saying this, Ling Yue awkwardly bit her lip, turned around, and said.
"Alright, we don’t have to pay attention to him. Let’s sleep. Anyway, he can’t get in; he doesn’t have the guts. You can sleep in this room. I’ll go take a bath first."
Indicating one of the rooms, Ling Yue then gracefully went to the bathroom to wash up.
Obviously, she trusted Su Chen. How could a boy who would occasionally blush just talking to her do anything inappropriate?
Indeed, after Ling Yue finished speaking, Su Chen stayed obediently in the room.
He waited until Ling Yue finished her bath and changed clothes before getting up and saying.
"Um, Sister Ling Yue, you’ve helped me twice today and let me rest at your place, so I should repay you somehow."
Ling Yue curiously looked Su Chen up and down and said.
"How do you plan to repay me?"
"Um... let me give you a back massage so you can sleep better and not be disturbed by that disgusting guy."
Why did Su Chen say this? Actually, he didn’t want to take advantage of Ling Yue. He wanted to use this opportunity to transfer the True Qi of the Nine Yang Divine Skill to Ling Yue, so she could become a real Martial Artist and then viciously beat up that disgusting sissy guy named Fang Dahai.
Would this affect Su Chen?
The inner strength of the Nine Yang Divine Skill is endless and inexhaustible.
It’s equivalent to having unlimited inner strength endurance.
The True Qi transferred to Ling Yue could be replenished in a few hours.
"A back massage, hehe, you really are cute, Su Chen. Sure, go ahead, give me a back rub, and massage my shoulders too... then we’ll both rest well. You still have new training tomorrow..."
As Ling Yue spoke, she wiped her wet red hair and naturally sat down on the sofa, casually crossing her long, beautiful legs.
Su Chen quickly came over, took a deep breath of the fragrant air, and then placed his hands on Ling Yue’s fragrant shoulders, gently kneading them, before slowly massaging her back.
Ling Yue’s shoulders were very soft, and her skin was very delicate.
No wonder her defensive ability was lacking...
However, as long as her body contained the True Qi of the Nine Yang Divine Skill, her flesh would slowly absorb the energy, and her physique and strength should both improve.
Thus, while continuing to rub Ling Yue’s shoulders and massage her back, Su Chen quietly operated the Nine Yang Divine Skill.
A domineering and masculine power continuously flowed from his palms, transmitting through her skin into Ling Yue’s body.
At this moment, Ling Yue only felt very comfortable, as if warm sunlight was bathing her body. She started to praise Su Chen’s technique without thinking much further.
Once he sensed that the inner strength transferred to Ling Yue was reaching the limit her body could handle, Su Chen stopped just in time.
"Alright, Sister Ling Yue, you... rest early. I’ll head to the room now."
Seeing the mature and charming Ling Yue revealing a dazed expression as if she were about to fall asleep, Su Chen quickly retreated.