Fang Ming stood behind Cheng Yixia and looked at her face carefully.
She was resting on the edge of the boxing ring. The intense exercise made her face flushed, and her heroic appearance with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes made her look more elegant.
Sweat slid down her shiny neck, and the tight sports vest exuded a sweaty smell that filled his nostrils.
The smell was unexpectedly familiar, and Fang Ming unconsciously associated it with this wild guy. Could it be that this was Cheng Yixia's unique body odor?
Cheng Yixia took the water handed over by the mercenary and drank half of it. His thin and shiny lips were half open, and a few drops of water slid down from the corners of his mouth...
Fang Ming bent down and wiped it for her.
puff!
Fang Ming was sprayed with water in the face, but he showed up without changing his expression.
"Cough cough..." Cheng Yixia held his neck and coughed, his eyes piercing him as if he was going to cut him into pieces, "Your fucking brain is fucked by a donkey..."
Fang Ming's face was dripping with water, and he looked a little embarrassed. He smiled at the irritable Cheng Yixia and said, "Long time no see, you still have such a bad temper."
Cheng Yixia stared at Fang Ming with a sour face, gritted his teeth and lowered his head, "I'm sorry!"
Fang Ming put his hand on her forehead and said, "Do you have a fever? Or did you damage your brain?"
This one sentence made her lose her mind.
His arm was suddenly pulled down, and Cheng Yixia finally couldn't control the anger and irritation in his heart, and opened his mouth to bite!
"Fuck! My teeth!"
Cheng Yixia rolled on the ground, holding his cheek, and almost broke his teeth.
Fang Ming looked at the mercenary with an innocent face. The other party frowned and looked at him for a long time, and finally realized something.
"Hmm...you are...the BOSS! I remember now!"
Then he muttered in Russian, "This Easterner is really hard to recognize."
Fang Ming pondered for a moment, "Well, um...what's your name?"
"Anastasia, you can call me Anthea." The female mercenary let down her brown curly hair to cover the scar on the side of her face and saluted him respectfully.
Finally, the master and servant, who were completely unfamiliar with each other, completed the identity confirmation.
Anxia's appearance has obvious northern characteristics, with deep eye sockets, narrow and long eyes, and light blue pupils that look very mysterious.
Northern women have very fair skin, and the grey sports vest actually highlights the unique figure of the northern women.
No wonder he could do it to someone even though he had a scar on his face. Fang Ming could empathize with himself.
Cheng Yixia on the ground had recovered. He lay down with his arms and legs spread out. He glanced at Fang Ming and turned his head away.
"Did you invite me?" Fang Ming asked curiously as he looked at her casual lying posture.
Cheng Yixia jumped up with a whoosh, then backed away with a frown, "I'm all sweaty, don't get mad!"
"Do you think I mind? You seem to have forgotten the wonderful memories between us..."
Before Fang Ming could finish his words, Cheng Yixia, covered in goose bumps, had already disappeared.
He spread his hands helplessly and said, "Your lovely sister is still in my hands, where can you run to?"
"This is the first time I've seen Xia like this. I thought she was not afraid of anyone. Boss, you are so majestic!"
The foreign horse spoke broken Chinese and winked at Fang Ming.
"You looked pretty impressive when you knocked her away."
"Oh, Xia Xian is my best friend, we are just training, you can't think that I am bullying her, uh..."
Anxia looked at Fang Ming's hand on her shoulder and said, "You really don't mind that I'm sweating? I can take a shower first."
"No." Just as he finished speaking, the wet sports vest flew out. The free and easy movement made Fang Ming stunned for a moment.
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