Ai Lin timely blocked her strike and then attacked her chest once again.
Ning Xia leaned backwards to dodge her hand, then stopped making any moves, but directly reached out and grabbed Ai Lin's hair.
Seemingly not expecting such a move, Ai Lin was stunned.
Ning Xia scoffed, clutching her hair tighter, "This is how real women fight!"
Fighting head-on with Ai Lin, she knew she couldn't beat her, since Ai Lin was a trained soldier, but she was also a woman, and when women fight, who cares about technique?
Ai Lin, relying on her status as a spoiled rich girl with status, naturally couldn't behave in such a disgraceful manner, and could only grab Ning Xia's wrist, coldly saying, "Look at yourself, you're just like a shrew!"
"Oh~ I am a shrew, and you're not bad either, a jealous woman!"
"You!"
In terms of verbal sparring, a hundred Ai Lins would be no match for her!
