When Did You Teach Others Behind My Back?

Only then did Bo Sihan shift his attention away from Fang Xun. He turned to look at Mu Wanwan, who had walked into the combat room.

Bo Sihan's cold gaze softened. "You're back. Are you tired?"

Mu Wanwan walked in front of Bo Sihan and saw that there were beads of sweat on the tip of his nose. She took out a pink handkerchief from her pocket and wiped his sweat. "I'm not tired."

Bo Sihan looked at Mu Wanwan's actions and his eyes couldn't help but tremble. However, he didn't move and just looked at her quietly.

The pink handkerchief had the unique fragrance of a young girl on her body. It smelled lovely.

After Mu Wanwan retracted her hand, Bo Sihan hid the emotions that flashed across his eyes. "Since you're not tired, go change your clothes and come over. I'll teach you two self-defense fighting moves."

Mu Wanwan looked at the sky and swallowed her words. She obediently went to change her clothes.

Ten minutes later, Mu Wanwan changed into white sportswear and returned to the combat room.

The snow-white sportswear outlined the beautiful curves on the young girl's body. Mu Wanwan tied her long hair into a ponytail, revealing her slender and fair neck. She blinked and asked Bo Sihan for his opinion, "Is this okay?"

Mu Wanwan's outfit made Bo Sihan reluctant to blink. He nodded and glanced at Fang Xun and the butler. "You guys can leave."

Fang Xun and the butler did not dare to look around. They lowered their heads and left the combat room.

"Brother, are we starting now?" Mu Wanwan tilted her head and deliberately pretended to be clumsy and put on a cute, grandiloquent pose. She clenched her fists and looked at Bo Sihan. "Do you think I'm okay like this?"

Bo Sihan had endless patience with Mu Wanwan. He walked behind her, opened his arms, and almost pulled her into his embrace. "This isn't how you pose. Come, I'll teach you."

Bo Sihan's slightly cold fingertips swept across Mu Wanwan's palm, arms, waist, and calves, helping her to correct her standing posture bit by bit.

Mu Wanwan was very cooperative. Her eyes were pure and without any distracting thoughts.

On the other hand, Bo Sihan's gaze gradually deepened and his voice became low. "Alright, this is the most basic attack posture. Wanwan, punch your fist."

"Like so?" Mu Wanwan clenched her small fists and threw a straight punch. Her posture was agile and beautiful.

"Hmm, not bad." Bo Sihan turned to Mu Wanwan and held her small hand with his big palm. He wrapped her entire fist in his palm and pulled her to tell her the correct trajectory of the punch. "There's no need to throw a straight punch. The angle of the attack should be slightly off. If you attack from the side, it'll be easier to hit and harder to dodge."

Mu Wanwan nodded seriously. According to Bo Sihan's request, her small fist landed on his palm. The strength, angle, and speed were almost perfect.

"Brother, did I do well?" Mu Wanwan asked expectantly.

The harmonious atmosphere and Mu Wanwan's obedient behavior made Bo Sihan happy. A faint smile appeared on his lips and he nodded lightly. "Very good, you are the smartest student I have."

Mu Wanwan pouted in dissatisfaction. "When did you ever teach anyone behind my back?"

Bo Sihan had never taught anyone before. He was just casually saying it, but who knew that this little thing would be jealous?

Mu Wanwan puffed up her pink little face like a cute little pufferfish. Bo Sihan couldn't help but poke her face. Before she got angry, he answered her question first, "I've never taught anyone else. You're the first and the last."

Mu Wanwan was satisfied. She giggled and threw herself into Bo Sihan's arms. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed his chin.