Chapter 177: He Was Worried He Would Break Her Waist
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
“I’m going to practice for two more hours.”
Mu Anan made up her mind.
Without waiting for Black Tea’s response, she tied the white bandage again and walked towards the boxing ring.
She propped herself up on the table and jumped up.
The servant placed the sandbag on the stage again for Mu Anan to practice.
When Seventh Master returned from the call, he saw Mu Anan practising again.
The girl’s expression was serious and focused, and her full forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat.
She had a strong sense of strength. Her punches were fast and ruthless, and her eyes were resolute and tense.
She was completely different from the poor girl who had been acting pitifully in front of him just now.
Mu Anan, who was boxing on the stage now, was like an invincible female killer.
At the same time, the servants in the boxing room had moved a sofa and placed it behind Zong Zhengyu.
Beside the sofa was a small table.
On top of it was the wine that Seventh Master usually drank and some snacks.
Zong Zhengyu sat down with his legs crossed.
Luo Sen came in from the door with doc.u.ments and an iPad in his hands. They were all urgent work that required Seventh Master to deal with immediately.
The other pract.i.tioners and servants, including Black Tea, left.
In an instant, the only people left in the boxing room were Mu Anan, who was practising hard on the stage with her subordinates, as well as Seventh Master, who was dealing with work under the stage, and Luo Sen, who was standing by.
Behind the boxing room was a large floor-to-ceiling window that faced the sun.
It was midday now, and the sunlight shone through the French windows, casting a dappled glow on the boxing room floor.
Mu Anan began boxing in her second year in Yuyuan Estate.
The girl was very obsessed with boxing. She was proud inside with an indomitable stubbornness. If she wanted to learn something, she would work hard and put in a lot of effort.
Although Seventh Master would feel pity for Mu Anan, he indulged her most of the time.
Even if he didn’t, as long as this child acted pitiful, Seventh Master would agree to everything.
So from one year onwards, when Mu Anan trained hard on the stage, Seventh Master would bring his work papers to the boxing room.
He accompanied the children who were boxing on stage.
Seventh Master would look up at the girl in the ring during his breaks from the business.
The child was very cold and heartless.
Her expression was serious, and there was only a sandbag in her eyes.
Seventh Master frowned and lowered his head to deal with the doc.u.ments.
Three hours later.
Mu Anan was exhausted from training. Her red boxing suit was soaked and her hair was stuck to her forehead.
She was completely out of strength.
She turned around and leaned on the ring ropes, looking at the man below the ring.
Seventh Master was leaning back in his chair with a doc.u.ment on his lap as he expressionlessly talked to Luo Sen.
Luo Sen lowered his head respectfully.
The orange-red sunset shone in through the French windows. The light source happened to stop on the armrest of Seventh Master’s sofa, slightly shining on his side profile.
His jawline was sharp and smooth. Following the line of the neck, the protruding throat knot served as a s.e.xy accent.
Mu Anan’s heart was beating wildly.
She felt the person looking down at the doc.u.ment suddenly look up at her.
Mu Anan’s body stiffened and she blurted out, “Seventh Master!”
Zong Zhengyu had closed the doc.u.ment and tossed it to Luo Sen. He got up from the sofa and walked towards Mu Anan.
Mu Anan’s heart, which was already beating wildly, beating even harder.
She felt a little guilty. Before she could think, she spoke first, “I’m tired.”
“Alright.”
Seventh Master answered very calmly.
In the next second, Seventh Master pressed down on the ring with one hand and grabbed Mu Anan’s waist to take her down with his other hand.
The girl’s waist was indeed slender.
Zong Zhengyu’s arms were more than enough to wrap around the girl. He had to control his strength every time, otherwise, he was worried that the girl’s waist would be broken by him.
Mu Anan was so focused on the Seventh Master’s beauty just now that casually responded to him under her distraction. She didn’t expect the Seventh Master to directly hold her down.
Mu Anan was used to being hugged, so she subconsciously hugged Seventh Master’s neck.
But when they hugged together, the skin of her arm pressed against the skin of Seventh Master’s neck. It took Mu Anan feeling sticky to make her fully aware.
She had just finished training and was covered in sweat, so it did not smell good.
Mu Anan started struggling impetuously to get out of Seventh Master’s arms.
Seventh Master was going to put her down, but the child’s struggle stopped him, “What’s wrong?”
In the past, he was the one who wanted to let her go, but the girl refused to come down no matter what.
But now she was the anxious one.
Mu Anan said, “Seventh Master, put me down.”
She was covered in sweat and her skin was sticky, lly felt embarra.s.sed.
However, Seventh Master had no intention of letting go. He caught her out of the boxing room.
Mu Anan was like a child in Seventh Master’s arms. She struggled slightly and said, “Seventh Master, put me down.”
Seventh Master was unconcerned and had no intention of putting it down.
Mu Anan felt especially awkward now.
She was covered in sweat, sticky and smelly.
The girl cared about her appearance. Every day, she made herself fragrant in front of the Seventh Master. Now that with such an image, she was anxious on the spot.
Mu Anan pushed Seventh Master away and said vaguely, “I’m going back to my room to take a shower.”
With that, she ran upstairs and closed the door.
She even locked the door with unease.
She clutched his wildly beating heart.
Mu Anan lifted her arm and sniffed. It was filled with the smell of sweat.
Her expression was a bit frustrated, “Has Seventh Master smelled it? Did he get disgusted?”
He had not much feeling of heartbeat for her now. After smelling the stench of sweat, it might be probably exhausted.
Mu Anan lowered her head. She was upset.
She shouldn’t have peeked at Seventh Master’s beauty just now.
She was supposed to head for the locker room immediately after boxing practice and take a shower before coming out.
Mu Anan sighed deeply.
Although she was regretful, it had already happened. There was no way to change it.
Mu Anan sighed again and went to the bathroom.
She had to get clean first.
Mu Anan went into the bathroom to take a shower, while the atmosphere in the living room downstairs was a bit subtle…
After Mu Anan fled, Seventh Master remained in his original seat. His expression was as cold as ever, and his eyes were as deep as ever.
From the outside, he looked just like usual.
In reality….