After tidying up Tang Yan, Zi Yun's figure flickered and disappeared from the first floor.

Tang Yan stood up, grimacing in pain, and rubbed his waist. Limping over to the wooden tub Zi Yun used for bathing, he saw his reflection in the water, clearly showing bruises all over his face.

With a helpless smile, he thought about how he accidentally saw her changing clothes in the morning and now saw her bathing. It was a miracle he wasn't beaten to death.

Tang Yan knew that most of his injuries were minor. The only serious hit was the final kick she delivered out of embarrassment and anger.