Mu Anhan looked at this man dressed as a boxer, feeling helpless and on the verge of tears.
If she had known this man would be her sparring partner, she wouldn't have made the boxing coach cry; this way, she could have slackened off and played for a few more days.
In fact, she was a bundle of contradictions.
She wanted her own private space and to go out and play alone every day, yet she didn't want to train diligently.
She couldn't deny she was very smart, but she was also pretty lazy.
"Honey, I'm already tired from training today!" She immediately tugged on his arm and whined, "Let's train again tomorrow, okay?"
Gu Xiaozhan reached out and touched her face, "Not a drop of sweat, and you're saying you're tired from training?"
"It's already dried! If you don't believe me, smell it!" Mu Anhan tilted her snow-white neck, stood on her tiptoes, and moved closer to his eyes.
At the tip of Gu Xiaozhan's nose, all he could smell was the fragrance of a woman.
