"Lin Tian, you... you stay away, or I'll draw my sword. You know, the Hua Ying Sword can hurt you..." Xiao Manxue said, trying to control her restless heart, staring directly at Lin Tian, unwilling to lose her momentum to him.
Lin Tian raised an eyebrow, stuck out his tongue, and lightly licked his slightly dry lips. Suddenly, he leaned down, extending his right hand as well, reaching under her ribs and along her slender waist toward her hips.
Xiao Manxue shuddered, as if electrified, then instinctively drew the Hua Ying Sword from her hand. With a swoosh, a bright light flashed inside the room, like a streak of lightning.
Before she even made a move, she noticed the space in front of her was empty. Lin Tian had already disappeared. When she turned her head, he was standing a few meters away, holding a T-shirt in his hand.
"Miss, you were sitting on my clothes. I was just taking it out, there's no need to draw swords," Lin Tian said with an innocent look.
