In the spacious locker room, a young lady wearing a fresh set of white martial arts suit with black trimmings, sat elegantly with both hands by her side. She had a quiet, bashful but happy expression. Kneeling in front of her, was a boy who bent over, carefully applying ointment on her. It was a beautiful sight oozing with youth. Their eyes met time to time, making the painting seem even more magical.
In no time, Lou Cheng had rubbed away all the bruises and red swelling. He looked at the girl's left leg reluctantly and said,
"I remember you used the top of your foot to give Feng Shaokun a blow. There should be some bruises there right? "
"Ah? " Yan Zheke jolted awake from her dream, pulled her leg back and with a slight flush, lowered her head and said, "No need for that. I'll do it myself when I get back..."
After saying that, before Lou Cheng could say anything, she blinked her eyes and asked,
"Do I look normal already? "
