Si Yehan's face was still a little angry, but when he heard this, he frowned and asked, "Where does it hurt?"

Ye Wanwan had just noticed that Si Yehan's face was not pretty, so she deliberately acted miserable. Now that it was working, she immediately rubbed him against her, "Everywhere hurts! My muscles are sore and sore! My bones are also hurting.

It’s like being interrupted and put on again! And here...it’s all hurt..."

Ye Wanwan held out a finger, and the skin on her finger was broken in a place the size of a fingernail.

What a big wound...

The people who were beaten to pieces, with their noses bruised and their faces swollen, expressed that their hearts were desolate...

"Xu Yi, go get the medical kit." Si Yehan said.

Xu Yi hurriedly got up and went to the cabinet to get the medical kit.

Si Yehan held Ye Wanwan's fingers, disinfected and bandaged them.

Ye Wanwan demanded again, "Don't want this, don't want this, I want a bow!"

Si Yehan raised his eyes and glanced at her. His slender fingers were threaded through the slender gauze, and he quickly tied a beautiful bow.

The traumatized singles in the house: "..."

Si Yehan stared at Ye Wanwan's bruised joints, his face darkening.

Ye Wanwan suddenly remembered Si Yehan's rule about not allowing herself to be injured, and immediately did not dare to overdo it, so she hurriedly said, "I guess I accidentally fell when I was drunk. It's okay. Please help me."

It won’t hurt anymore!”

Si Yehan gently checked her elbow joint and said seriously: "Your body has not exercised for too long. From today on, I will find someone to teach you some basic skills and keep exercising every day."

After Si Yehan finished speaking, he looked at Eleven opposite: "Eleven."

Eleven heard Si Yehan calling him, and hurriedly limped over: "Here!"

Si Yehan: "From today on, you will be her coach."

"What...what..." Eleven looked confused and stared at his master in horror, almost thinking that he was hearing hallucinations.

Si Yehan's eyes were slightly cold, "Is there a problem?"

Of course there is a problem!

Too problematic, okay?

How could he possibly have the ability to teach Miss Wanwan? Is it enough to make human sandbags?

"No... no problem!" Eleven said bravely.

In fact, usually this kind of task would not be his turn. With the master's personality, Liu Ying should be assigned to it, but now, the master has assigned himself...

It seems...hey...

The mistake Liuying made this time was really too big...

Even if she was dissatisfied with Ye Wanwan, she shouldn't have openly disobeyed her master's orders.

He obviously had personal feelings in handling this matter.

In fact, Ye Wanwan hates exercise, but seeing that Si Yehan has already arranged it for her, and thinking about what happened last night, she also feels that she needs to exercise her skills, so that she can at least protect herself if she encounters similar situations in the future.

Own.

So, Ye Wanwan said, "Okay... Eleven, I'll ask you to take care of me from now on! Please teach me some self-defense moves when the time comes!"

Eleven's smile was uglier than crying: "Okay... okay..."

Isn't he the one who needs self-defense?

The other guards in the room looked at the lithe girl in front of them, who had regained her charm. They all had messy expressions.

Judging from Ye Wanwan's reaction, it seemed that she had forgotten everything after she sobered up...

When you get drunk, you become possessed by a murderous god, and your strength is off the charts? What kind of magical operation is this?
Chapter completed!