"You, do you have any compassion at all, dodging me on purpose!"
Monica's pretty face contorted in agony as she clutched her chest with her right hand and braced the ground with her left.
With any exertion, her chest hurt unbearably.
It hurts like hell!
Monica complained secretly to herself.
Had she known that the young lady's man was trained so well by her, she would not have tried to bump into him with her chest.
She didn't hit him, but instead almost caved in her own flesh.
It hurts, it's killing me...
"Mr. Lucas, you are too heartless... I've fallen and hurt myself, I can't stand steady, could you please help me up?" Monica endured the pain in her chest and continued to exert her charm.
She lifted her palm-sized, pretty face, blinking her misty eyes pitifully as she looked at Ethan Wilson.
Having passed the first test, Monica felt a bit better about him.
But men, Monica has seen plenty; their loyalty only exists because the temptations are insufficient.
