"Ahem..." Yuan Ye saw that everyone had left, then lightly coughed and said, "So, Miss An’s forehead injury has been treated. The corner of her mouth is just a bruise from her teeth, it has a cut. Here’s some medicine, if it’s really painful, you can apply it to the wound. If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave."
Without waiting for Mu Xingfeng’s response, he packed up the medical kit and left the villa.
No... Seeing everyone leave one by one, An Ran screamed internally. She didn’t want to face the angry Instructor Mu alone!
In the blink of an eye, only An Ran and Mu Xingfeng were left in the spacious house.
Mu Xingfeng took a couple of steps and sat down beside An Ran.
The cold aura enveloped the whole space, causing An Ran to instinctively shrink to one side.
"An Ran," Mu Xingfeng called gently, the cold aura dissipated, replaced by a tender voice, vastly different from just now.
"Ah?" An Ran didn’t respond for a moment and looked up to meet Mu Xingfeng’s star-like eyes.
Instructor Mu... What is he going to do? An Ran quietly looked at him, the two of them staring at each other until An Ran... her neck started to ache.
Uncomfortably, An Ran lightly shook her head. Mu Xingfeng seemed to notice, his hand reached out to gently support the back of her delicate neck, his rough thumb softly rubbing it.
An Ran suddenly felt a shudder, internally shouting: Instructor Mu, if you have something to say, just say it! This is really scaring me...
Just as An Ran was about to break down, Mu Xingfeng calmly spoke again, "Starting tomorrow, I’ll teach you military boxing."
What? An Ran sat up straight, supporting herself on the sofa with her hands, and seriously looked at Mu Xingfeng, as if judging whether he was joking. She finally asked, "Why?"
Mu Xingfeng, amused by her cautious look, chuckled softly, withdrawing his hand from her neck to lightly cough into his fist: "Of course, I’m afraid that if you get into a fight again, you’ll lose. That would be too embarrassing for me."
Seeing Mu Xingfeng’s demeanor, An Ran was no longer afraid. She crossed her arms and with a slight contempt, said, "Instructor Mu, it’s really not right to make fun of me . Don’t you want to know why I fought?"
"I don’t care about the reason, I only care about the result," Mu Xingfeng said earnestly.
An Ran’s mouth twitched unnaturally. How many violent factors are inside Instructor Mu?
Just as she twitched her mouth, it pulled at the injury on the corner of her mouth, making her gasp in pain.
Mu Xingfeng had been watching her the entire time and naturally noticed her small movements. He reached out and gently pinched her petite chin, carefully examining her wound. The corner was more bruised, with a small cut faintly visible inside: "Does it hurt?"
Listening to Mu Xingfeng’s sexy and gentle voice, An Ran nodded, suddenly feeling a surge of tears. Damn, Instructor Mu was finally concerned about her.
Seeing the little girl’s clearly aggrieved face, not daring to speak, Mu Xingfeng’s heart was pricked like needles. He lowered his head and gently kissed the bruise on the corner of her mouth, softly and tenderly.
Mu Xingfeng was no longer the one with the strong hostility. His brows were full of tenderness, his eyes gently closed, long eyelashes casting small shadows under his eyes. His nose lightly rubbed against her cheek, tickling her.
This side of Mu Xingfeng made people want to get close to him. An Ran just stayed still, letting him kiss her, and surprisingly, the pain at the corner of her mouth lessened.