Only then did Bao Sihan turn his attention away from Fang Xun, and turned to look at Mu Wanwan who came into the fighting room.
Immediately, Bao Sihan's originally cold eyes softened, "You're back, are you tired?"
Mu Wanwan walked up to Bao Sihan and saw fine beads of sweat on the tip of his nose, took out a small pink handkerchief from his pocket and wiped him off, "I'm not tired."
Looking at Mu Wanwan's movements, Bao Sihan's eyes trembled involuntarily, but he didn't move, and looked at her quietly.
The pink and tender handkerchief had a girlish fragrance unique to her, which smelled very good.
After Mu Wanwan withdrew his hand, Bao Sihan covered up the flashing emotion in his eyes, "Since you're not tired, then go change your clothes and come over here, I'll teach you two fighting moves for self-defense."
Mu Wanwan glanced at the sky, finally swallowed her words, and went to change clothes obediently.
Ten minutes later, Mu Wanwan changed into a white sportswear and returned to the fighting room.
The snow-white sportswear outlined the girl's graceful curves. Mu Wanwan tied her long hair into a ponytail, revealing her slender and fair neck. She blinked and asked Bao Sihan's opinion, "Is this okay?"
Not only is it possible, Mu Wanwan's attire made Bao Sihan reluctant to blink.
He nodded, glanced at Fang Xun and the housekeeper, "Go out."
Fang Xun and the housekeeper didn't dare to look around, they bowed their heads and left the fighting room.
"Brother, let's start now?" Mu Wanwan tilted her head, deliberately pretended to be clumsy and put on a cute flower shelf, and looked at Bao Sihan with her fists clenched, "Do you think I can do this?"
Bo Sihan had inexhaustible patience with Mu Wanwan. He walked up behind her, opened his arms, and almost embraced the little girl, "That's not how you pose. Come on, let me teach you."
Bo Sihan's slightly cool fingertips swept across Mu Wanwan's palms, arms, waist, and calves, helping her to correct her standing posture little by little.
Mu Wanwan was very cooperative, with pure eyes and no distracting thoughts.
On the other hand, Bao Sihan, his gaze gradually deepened, and his voice became deep, "Okay, this is the most basic attacking posture. Tonight, swing your fist."
"Is that so?" Mu Wanwan clenched her small pink fist and punched out with a neat and beautiful posture.
"Well, it's not bad." Bao Sihan turned to Mu Wanwan, took Mu Wanwan's small hand with his big hand, wrapped her entire fist in his palm, and pulled her to tell her the correct trajectory of the punch, "No It is necessary to throw a straight punch, and the angle of the attack is slightly shifted, and it is easier to hit and harder to dodge when attacking from the side."
Mu Wanwan nodded seriously, and according to Bao Sihan's request, the little powder fist landed on his palm, with almost perfect strength, angle, and speed.
"Brother, am I playing well?" Mu Wanwan asked expectantly.
The harmonious atmosphere and Mu Wanwan's well-behaved performance made Bo Sihan feel happy. There was a slight smile on the corner of his lips, and he nodded faintly: "Very good, you are the smartest student."
Mu Wanwan pouted dissatisfiedly, "When did my brother teach others behind my back?"
Where did Bo Sihan teach others, he just said it casually, who knew that this little thing would be jealous.
Mu Wanwan's bulging pink face, like a cute little puffer fish, caused Bao Sihan to reach out and poke her little face, and answered her question before she got angry, "I didn't teach Before others, you are the first and the last.¡±
Only then was Mu Wanwan satisfied, and she threw herself into Bao Sihan's arms with a smile, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him on the chin. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com