For a moment, two thoughts kept swirling in Peng Bing's mind.

He didn't know what to choose...

...

Hope City.

Villa No. 1.

The sun was high in the sky when a man and a woman in the second-floor bedroom had just finished their morning exercise.

"No, I can't take it anymore, I give up!"

Xia Xiaonuan, quite unusually, yielded to Zhang Lin. She lay flat on the bed, her body limp and without any strength.

"Admit defeat?"

Zhang Lin sat up and looked down. He saw that she was all white, with firm skin and a beautiful figure. She was lying there limply, like a finely crafted work of art.

He was somewhat smug.

This was the first time Xia Xiaonuan had admitted defeat.

“I came back secretly. Peng Bing won’t fall for it, and I can’t go out. If he sees me, the plan will fail. I’ll stay here with you for the next few days…”

Xia Xiaonuan looked at him with some fear.

"No way, for several days?"

Zhang Lin reached out and examined the near-perfect artwork beside him, laughing, "What, you don't like it?"

Xia Xiaonuan didn't want to talk.

Of course, she hoped that Zhang Lin could always be with her, preferably by her side every day, to infuriate those women in Number 16.

but……

She fought all night yesterday, then rested for less than three hours, and started her morning exercise as soon as it was light. Now it's noon... she's really reached her limit!

Several days...

Will I die?

Seeing the growing terror in her eyes, Zhang Lin smiled smugly, then leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Don't be afraid, I'll teach you a set of 'Teacher Ji's Nine Styles,' it definitely won't put your life in danger..."