Translator: eunimon_ Editor: Caron_
Si Ye Han looked quite angry at first, but he frowned when he heard Ye Wanwan's complaints . "Where does it hurt?"
Ye Wanwan noticed Si Ye Han didn't look too good, so she acted pitiful on purpose . Now that her acting had some effectiveness, she was quick-witted and moved slowly towards him . "Everywhere! It hurts everywhere! My muscles are aching and painful! My bones feel like they were fractured by someone then screwed back! And here . . . I'm injured here too . . . "
Ye Wanwan lifted a finger . There was some broken skin around her nail .
It was truly . . . a huge wound . . .
Those who had been beaten until their flesh was punctured, nose bled and face swelled felt misery in their hearts . . .
"Xu Yi, go get the first aid kit," Si Ye Han said .
Xu Yi quickly got up and brought the first aid kit over .
Si Ye Han held Ye Wanwan's finger, disinfected it and wrapped it up .
Ye Wanwan then had another request, "I don't want this, I don't want this! I want a pretty ribbon!"
Si Ye Han gave her side-eye but he complied and his long and slim fingers weaved through the gauze . Shortly after, he tied a very beautiful ribbon .
All the single dogs in the house were injured both mentally and physically: " . . . "
Si Ye Han stared at Ye Wanwan's bruised joint and his face darkened .
Ye Wanwan suddenly recalled the rule which banned her from getting injured . She didn't dare to go too far anymore and she hurriedly said, "I probably fell when I was tipsy . It's nothing, it's nothing . Just blow it for me and it won't hurt anymore!"
Si Ye Han checked her elbow joints gently and said sternly, "You haven't exercised for a long time . From today onwards, I'll get someone to teach you some basic skills and you have to train every single day . "
Si Ye Han turned to Eleven . "Eleven . "
When Eleven heard Si Ye Han calling him, he quickly limped over . "Yes!"
Si Ye Han: "Starting from today, you'll be her trainer . "
"Wh . . . what . . . " Eleven was taken aback . He was so shocked that he stared at his master and almost thought he was hearing things .
Si Ye Han's eyes turned cold . "You have a problem?"
Of course I have a problem!
It's a big problem, okay?
How could I possibly train Miss Wanwan?! It's basically asking me to be a human punching bag, alright?
"No . . . no problem!" Eleven plucked up the courage to reply .
Actually, duties like this shouldn't be performed by me . Master should've gotten Liu Ying to do it, but master actually asked me instead . . .
Seems like . . . ay . . .
Liu Ying's mistake this time was too serious . . .
No matter how unhappy he was with Ye Wanwan, he shouldn't have blatantly gone against master's orders .
In dealing with this matter, he definitely brought in his personal emotions .
Actually, Ye Wanwan hated exercising, but seeing that Si Ye Han already arranged things for her, and considering last night's incident, she felt she really needed the training . At least she'd be able to protect herself if something like this happened again in the future .
Hence, Ye Wanwan said, "Then alright . . . Eleven, I'll have to trouble you to take care of me in the future! Please teach me some self-defense strategies!"
Eleven's smile was uglier than a sob . "Su . . . sure . . . "
Isn't he the one who needs to be taught some self-defense tactics?
All the other guards in the house looked at the chick who had returned to her delicate and pretty self and were utterly confused .
Judging by Ye Wanwan's reaction, it seemed like she forgot everything after she became sober . . .
Whenever she's drunk, she gets possessed by the god of murder and has off-the-chart combat skills? What kind of magical function is this?
They were certainly too naive - how could master like just any ordinary girl?
Chapter end
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