She suffered only from superficial wounds, but despite her carefully applying medication to the wounds during the past few days, there were still some remaining marks on her skin that had yet to fade off.
With her mind currently somewhat dazed, Mu Huan instinctively answered, "I got them… from boxing…"
"Boxing?" The frown on the man's face became deeper.
When she came back to her senses and realized what she had just said, a shiver ran down her back.
"I… I wanted to pick up… pick up some self-defense skills… I…"
"You can pick up some other skills. Boxing doesn't suit you." The lass was so delicate and fragile that she was not suited for such an aggressive sport.
Those wounds were a glaring eyesore to him.
"Right, right." She nodded earnestly.
That night, Bao Junyan was especially gentle toward her, treating her as if she were a delicate ceramic doll.
He did not torment her too much and merely hugged her to sleep.
