Bailey's heart had never been beating so fast, and it seemed as if a flame was burning on her cheek, and the intense heat was almost burning her to ashes. Bailey knew very well that she had to escape.

"What is love in this world? It's just one thing subduing another." John and Jam, who had been watching the commotion for a long time, both noticed something unusual about Bailey at this moment. Not bad, though this woman is powerful, there's finally someone who can subdue her. Both of them were overjoyed that the man was their savior.

"You two shut up." Bailey glared at the guy, "Say one more word, I'll have you pole dancing in a moment."

Imagining the dreadful scene in their minds, the two men shuddered and shut their mouths.

Bailey's sparkling eyes turned and a resolute look flashed.

She then slammed the same elbow into the black-clad man's rib with a wind swing, a rather fierce self-defense move for women, enough to break his ribs.

To break free from Bailey, she pulled out all her best moves. Her move was abrupt and fierce, and within such a close range Henry had to withdraw.

As soon as they parted, the scorching heat, the entangled air, dissipated like the morning mist, and the cold, fresh air cleared Henry's mind.

Damn it, this is a mission, Henry, what on earth were you thinking just now. Fortunately, you're not facing a powerful individual enemy in real combat, otherwise this attack could have killed you.

Too much of a life of comfort has led to a decline in combat ability... Still, Bailey has affected her ability to judge and act.

Henry squinted his eyes and questioned himself in his heart.

He had never been so close to a woman, whose body was so delicate and soft, giving off an alluring fragrance, and how comfortable and pleasant it felt to hold him in his arms. He was like a hungry child facing a delicious, soft cake, filled with the urge to swallow her in one gulp.

Bailey stood opposite Henry, and though she couldn't see his whole face, his beautiful eyes had given him away. In his deep, undulating eyes, Bailey could sense his emotions acutely.

He was still relishing the moment, standing there with a touch of joy and nostalgia, reliving their encounter.

Bailey blushed all of a sudden as she realized that she had an emotional connection with this strange man.

Bailey decided to break the shameful resonance and put herself in the right place.

He and she had only met for the first time, and he was dressed so mysteriously and stealthily that he could not even see his face and could resonate with a big-headed ghost.

His eyes are unmatched in beauty, but who can guarantee that he is flawless in other parts as well, if you pull off the headgear and find that he is a rabbit tooth, or if you are missing an ear or three nostrils. If he were a normal person, why would he be dressed like this?

He's not an ugly person, but a big bad guy who dares not show his true face.

Bailey made a definite judgment about Henry in his mind.

"You're not allowed to look at me anymore." Henry's gaze has been fixed on Bailey's face since they parted bodies until now, giving the latter a sense of being seen through.

Bailey punched Henry several times in a row.

Henry didn't say a word, nor did he fight back; he just dodged easily. Bailey's level is not comparable to his. It's like hitting an egg against a stone.

Henry kept dodging and finally retreated to the window. There was no space left for him to retreat again.

And Bailey's fist came right in front of him.

Henry had no choice but to fight back. He had attended Bailey's classes at the club before and was familiar with her moves and routines. Countering each move is as effortless as doing addition or subtraction within ten.

He raised his hand to push away her fist, and with the other hand found her gap, he gave her a slap in the chest.

The palm was weak and feeble, and did not cause any harm.

But the area it strikes is very dangerous.

Chest tightness.

Henry's palm struck Bailey's chest, and in an instant, both of them froze like robots cut off from power.

Four eyes met each other, big eyes staring at small ones.

Soft and elastic, the two ball-shaped unidentified objects were now lying under Henry's palm, and he could even feel them rising and falling as if they were two little white rabbits.

If he was a little distracted just now, Henry is now completely flustered.

Even holding a grenade that was about to explode, Henry had never been so frightened.

When a grenade is about to explode, you can throw it out at any time, but what can you do with the two under your palm now, though their diameters are just right to hold in your hand, they can't be thrown out at all.

On ordinary days, he was smooth-talking, cynical and flirtatious, but at this moment, he was completely exposed, speechless and at a loss. His breathing rate quickened, his rhythm disrupted, and even worse, it seemed as if there was a short circuit in his body, with an unknown and uncontrollable heat surging in his lower abdomen.

Bailey had never had any physical contact with a man except Keith, and his chest was a no-go area that no one had ever touched before, but now it was under Henry's control. Through a thin layer of fabric, she could clearly feel the heat and even the pulsation in his palm.

She was wearing a bra, and Henry's palm landed precisely on her unprotected chest without any hesitate.

On purpose, he was definitely on purpose, he was a big pervert.

Bailey was already in an uproar, and she looked like a volcano about to erupt, with an extremely terrifying look on her face.

It seemed that John and Jam, still in their "performance costumes" and wrapped in bed sheets, were so excited that they couldn't help but clap and cheer for Henry.

"Brother, you hit precisely and cover all directions. It's really a good hand."

"Surely there are experts among the common people, and our two brothers are far inferior to you."

The two of them exerted all their strength but didn't even touch a single hair of Bailey's and were beaten up severely. However, Henry didn't have much effort and ate Bailey's tofu twice in a row, which made the two of them envious and jealous.

"Shut up!" Bailey and Henry said in unison.

As soon as the words were spoken, they were both stunned. How could they be in sync again?

"I... I... I..." Henry really wanted to explain, but he couldn't utter a word.

"I, I, I think you did it on purpose."