Murong Jiu did not know when Jun Yuyan had returned or how much he had overheard. Thinking about the topics she had discussed with her master, she felt very embarrassed and hung her head low, not wanting to look into Jun Yuyan's eyes.
Jun Yuyan took big strides towards her, gently lifting her chin with his movement, making their eyes meet, breathing intertwined.
"I'm sorry, Ah Jiu. I didn't mean to eavesdrop on you and Uncle Zhai. When I returned, I heard Uncle Zhai taking your pulse. I was afraid you would feel embarrassed if I were standing by, so I went to the study next door. But you know, a martial artist has sharp senses, and I also wanted to know about your health, so I did not avoid it. If you're upset, how about you hit me to feel better?"
He placed Murong Jiu's hand on his chest.
Murong Jiu, recalling her master's words about hooking him and something about flexibility, blushed fiercely and, without holding back, pounded a few punches on his chest.