The last sentence was shouted with particular sadness, carrying a hint of heart-wrenching feeling.
Ye Zi'an burst out laughing again!
Lele covered his face, unable to bear watching his brother's serious nonsense anymore.
Yang Chuxia raised an eyebrow at him, "You really are too fragile. Women are made of water, I think you're made of glass. A single touch and you shatter; you kneel and it's fractured bones, twisted muscles, and it's more contagious than an infection. Tell me, why are you learning martial arts with such frailty? From today, no martial arts practice for a month, how about that?"
She put down her cup, watching Yangyang's face change from blue to red before continuing, "Practicing martial arts inevitably involves bumps and injuries, and even having a permanent court physician at home wouldn't work for you. Don't you agree?"
