Li Lei walked into Zhang Yang's room and saw Zhang Yang sitting on the bed meditating, his brow furrowed and his forehead covered in cold sweat.
"What's wrong?" Li Lei walked over, reaching out to wipe his sweat.
"Don't touch me." Zhang Yang stopped her, his voice hoarse.
Li Lei was startled: "Are you about to break through?"
Everybody was now accustomed to Zhang Yang's surreal martial arts discussions.
Zhang Yang nodded: "I should be, but it seems I'm still a bit short."
Li Lei bit her lip and suddenly loosened her shirt: "Then I'll help you."
Zhang Yang looked at her with a somewhat complicated expression: "Isn't this a bit inappropriate..."
"At this point, do you still care about that?" Li Lei straddled his lap and kissed his lips.
However, even after Li Lei had collapsed from exhaustion, Zhang Yang was still burning hot all over.
Li Lei immediately sent a group message, "Zhang Yang's breakthrough key, I'm down, need support quickly."
