Sikong Yu looked at Li Feng, who didn't know where his confidence came from. "Heh, fine. I was going to give you three years. Since you're so confident, what's the harm in giving you three months instead."
"But what if you lose after three months?"
Sikong Yu said coldly and disdainfully.
Li Feng said, "If I lose, you can do whatever you want with me."
"But if I win, then you'll also have to let me do whatever I want with you."
Hearing this, a flush crept onto Sikong Yu's face. Her eyes stared coldly at Li Feng. "Hmph, fine. A gentleman's word—"
"—cannot be taken back even by four galloping horses."
"Can you get off me now?" Sikong Yu said in a very unfriendly tone. Being pinned under someone like this made her feel extremely humiliated.
"No. The stick of incense isn't out yet."
"You…!"
Sikong Yu glared at Li Feng, furious, yet Li Feng had no intention of yielding in the slightest. As for getting her to say the words "I admit defeat," that was even more impossible.
