"Where's Kyle?" Mike stood still in the woods and faced Jonathan.
"Don't worry about him. I won't do anything to a cripple." Jonathan looked at Mike under the moonlight. He was strong, capable and muscular. His muscles were well-defined with contours all over his body. Mike didn't look majestic, but he was as handsome as precast steel. Jonathan could sense the toughness of Mike's body. His golden wings were gorgeous and dazzling. They were a perfect match for his muscles. He looked very charming from every angle.
Mike frowned slightly. Why was this person looking at him like that? He asked, "Do you want to spar with me?"
"We'll talk about it after you recover." Jonathan looked away before stealing a few more glances at Mike.
"Why are you following me?" Mike wondered.
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