His Future, Her Life (3)

"That's right. You're hurting yourself as much as you hurt your enemy. Why would you do that?" An Xiaxia sighed. "Look, you've injured your leg fighting someone else. Forget the others, didn't it hurt you?"

Pursing his lips, Qi Yanxi thought about explaining to her, but decided against it after a moment.

He hadn't fought anyone; it had been a one-sided beating from his old man.

One in which he couldn't fight back.

He then became the culprit after the beating, as if everything was his fault.

No one ever bothered to ask him, "Did it hurt?"

He looked away uncomfortably. "It doesn't hurt at all. I'm a man and I can take it!"

An Xiaxia twitched her mouth. "Ok… whatever."

She went back to the book and Qi Yanxi's eyes followed her despite himself. He tried very hard to find something to say and after several failed attempts, he finally cleared his throat, trying to draw An Xiaxia's attention.