"Why aren't you being serious?"
Lin Chuan said earnestly, "Let's start with hand-to-hand combat for our practice!"
The Little Landlady grabbed a pillow from the bed and stuffed it at Lin Chuan, chiding, "Chairman, you're being improper!"
Lin Chuan moved the pillow aside and pulled the Little Landlady into his embrace.
At once, the teaching began.
The teaching session lasted an hour.
The Little Landlady once again experienced Lin Chuan's vivid and skillful 'combat fighting' and 'precise marksmanship.'
"Huff—"
The Little Landlady muttered, "Chairman, you're sly."
"Tomorrow I'll teach you proper Combat Techniques," Lin Chuan said with a grin.
"Will it be like what we just did?" the Little Landlady blinked.
"It's not impossible."
Lin Chuan tightened his hold on the Little Landlady and laughed heartily.
The Little Landlady hummed softly, turned to hug Lin Chuan tightly, hooking a leg around his waist, said 'goodnight, Chairman', and fell into a blissful sleep.