Ren Chuqing's scalp tingled instantly.
His smile was beautiful, beautiful enough to attract many women, and even the corners of his eyes and brows carried a seductive charm.
But the more beautiful it was, the more dangerous it usually meant.
"I...don't mind learning, but I'm injured, aren't I? It wouldn't be convenient to learn, would it?" she said.
"With an injury, you can start by learning a stance; it doesn't require strength and won't affect your injury," he said.
Hearing this, Ren Chuqing could only resign herself and said, "Alright then."
Who would have thought that she, in the late stages of blood cancer, would still need to learn... uh, combat?
But on second thought, it did seem like a kind gesture, considering how often she had been injured lately.
Moreover, it was none other than Second Young Master of the Wen Family, Wen Muqing, providing personal instruction. In City Yan, there were probably only a few who could enjoy such treatment!
