"With me, your age is not a problem."
Ye Caitang: "…"
Did he not feel her entire body was emitting a protest that she did not want to learn martial arts?
Qin Ruohan took out the white ink-blue striped handkerchief he carried with him and gently wiped the tears off Ye Caitang's face and eyelashes.
"Don't think about a silent protest, because it's useless."
This lass was like a child who had yet to grow up, but she inexplicably tugged at his heartstrings.
The pure cotton handkerchief had the unique softness of cotton as it gently wiped Ye Caitang's soft and exquisite face.
Suddenly, Ye Caitang's entire body stiffened. She had just secretly scolded Qin Ruohan in her heart…
But she suddenly felt that Qin Ruohan was not that bad after all. He was quite tender and knew how to take care of the fairer sex.
Her heart skipped a beat and her gaze involuntarily landed on Qin Ruohan's face.