Hehe, as long as you are happy.
An Ran secretly laughed in the man’s arms, seeing Mu Xingfeng inexplicably losing his temper at Liu Hu, and his proud and arrogant little expression, she felt that Instructor Mu was really particularly cute.
Mu Xingfeng held An Ran and directly rushed to the second floor, entered the room, closed the door with his foot, and put An Ran on the sofa to check her injury.
An Ran was so scared she almost did a backflip. Damn, what was he going to do?
An Ran grabbed the big hand at her waist, looking at Mu Xingfeng in horror, stammering: "Mu... Instructor Mu, what are you doing?"
The man’s hand paused for just a second, then he held both her small hands back and said seriously: "Don’t move, let me look at your injury."
If you want to check the injury, just check it. You’re scaring people.
"Instructor Mu, no need to check, it’s much better now. It’s not hurting anymore."
An Ran said while trying to break free from Mu Xingfeng’s big hand.
Mu Xingfeng ignored her, until he saw that the bruise on her leg had turned purple-black, and there was slight swelling on the knee...
"Are you an idiot? Why didn’t you say anything with this kind of swelling?"
Just now Mu Xingfeng was angry with himself, but when he saw An Ran’s injury getting worse, his rage grew even bigger.
Looking at his cold and grim face, An Ran felt a bit aggrieved, her eyes instantly turned red. Clearly, he knew she was injured, clearly he said that minor injuries shouldn’t be taken lightly, why was he blaming her now?
An Ran pulled the blanket over her leg, lowered her head and remained silent, looking pitiful and helpless.
Mu Xingfeng rubbed his eyebrows in frustration, took out the medicine box, grabbed the medicinal wine, pulled her injured leg onto his own thigh, and started applying it bit by bit.
He knew he shouldn’t have lost his temper at her. Seeing her aggrieved look made his heart ache. He desperately hoped she could become strong, but he couldn’t train her like his team members. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs novel·fire.net
He, Mu Xingfeng, had never felt this aggrieved in all these years.
Yet this was his beloved one, someone he wanted to pamper but couldn’t. Seeing the little girl suffer and get hurt, he wished he could take it all upon himself.
But he knew he couldn’t. She would become his wife, and she would have to bear too much.
He couldn’t take that risk. He couldn’t always be by her side, couldn’t allow her to face danger without any ability to protect herself.
This contradictory emotion was consuming him, troubling him.
And he couldn’t explain all this to the little girl, after all, to her, she was just his nominal girlfriend.
He didn’t want to pressure her, didn’t want to forcibly bind her by his side. He was really afraid that if he spoke, it would scare her away.
So neither of them spoke, until Mu Xingfeng finished treating all her bruises and calmly said, "Pack up, come down for dinner."
Saying that, he went downstairs first, his tall and slender back actually had a hint of desolation.
Hmm? How could there be desolation?
An Ran was a bit confused, she was clearly just his nominal girlfriend, but she always felt that Instructor Mu’s emotions towards her were often inexplicable.
When he pampered her, it really melted her heart, but he always treated her like a man, demanding her to win fights, requiring her to train every morning, practice military boxing.