The Mix of Charm and Evil Chapter 3

As soon as he finished speaking, Wesley immediately stabbed him with the branch in his hand. Miles lightly leaned back and left slightly, grabbed Wesley's right arm with his left hand and pulled it forward, and his right foot got stuck between Wesley's legs, causing Wesley to lose weight and fall forward.

When he was about to fall to the ground, a strong arm wrapped around his waist and pulled him back, and Wesley stood steadily.

A strong and warm body was pressed against his back. Miles was slightly taller than Wesley, and he could clearly hear the slight panting and chuckle of the young man above and behind him.

"Your Highness, do you understand?"

Miles felt that the touch of his hand was pretty good, but she was a little too thin. Her waist was so slender that he could wrap it around it with one hand.

It's inexplicable and really makes people feel sad.

"I see, have you hugged enough?"

Rarely, Wesley showed some emotions other than indifference. From the tone of his voice, he seemed a little angry.

Miles was quite surprised, smiled lightly, and let Wesley go.

"Next, guard your left upper abdomen, put your arms in a side attack position, raise your left leg, and bend your body slightly to the left until your elbows and thighs form a solid protective shield."

Correspondingly, Miles made corresponding actions.

"Okay, Your Highness, today I will teach you these four defensive moves. Remember, when you are defending, you must tighten the muscles in the parts of your body that are used for defense. Otherwise, it will be easy for someone to break your defense, and you may even end up with broken arms and legs."

Miles's eyes were extremely serious. This kind of thing could not be joked about.

"That's all for today's skills. Now, if you attack me and stab me in the vital spot, even if you win, today's lesson ends here.

But this time, I will also attack you. If I hit you in the fatal part twenty times, I will win. "

"good."

After that, the two started to "duel". Miles did not use a stick, but controlled the strength and attacked with his fists.

Although Wesley was studying very hard, it was not easy to apply it flexibly.

The two men moved very fast, and Wesley often had no time to dodge Miles's fists, with bruises all over his face and body. His attacks were like those of children fighting, and were always easily deflected by Miles. He fell several times during the process.

"Your Highness, you lose." Miles withdrew his hand and spoke with a smile.

Wesley was inevitably a little angry at this time. He threw the stick on the ground and said coldly, "You win, I will do whatever you want with me."

Hearing this, Miles curled the corners of his lips. The child had a bad temper, but what was commendable was that he dared to act and take responsibility, and he would keep his word.

"It's not your fault. I only taught you how to defend, not how to attack. The fight just now was not meant for you to defeat me, but for you to flexibly block my attack."

"I attacked you thirty-four times, and you blocked nine of them. I'm not slow, and you've done very well. In the next few days, I will continue to practice combat with you until you can withstand all my attacks. Only then will I teach you how to attack."

He wanted Wesley to learn how to protect himself before he learned how to attack.

"Besides, I have tripped you seven times today, and your chassis is unstable. So, starting from today, Your Highness, please do horse stance for a quarter of an hour every day, and you are only allowed to rest three times in between."

Miles's tone returned to a cynical and playful tone. He raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Wesley with a provocative look.

"OK."

Wesley agreed decisively. Miles's expression was really embarrassing, but it was undeniable that what he said made sense.

In the autumn season, the sunlight seemed warm and gentle. Wesley was wearing thin clothes, so Miles asked him to do horse stance in the sun, while he leaned against a tree, secretly sighing that it was not good for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to wear such thin and old clothes.

Although Wesley's physical condition was not very good, after all, his food was limited and he seldom exercised, but he had an admirable stubbornness and persistence. After standing for a while, Wesley's legs trembled slightly. Even though his legs were shaking badly, he didn't say a word and held his breath.

Miles couldn't help but reflect on whether a quarter of an hour every day would be too much work.

Although this quarter of an hour seemed extremely long to Wesley, he finally persevered. When Miles said that the time was up, they both breathed a sigh of relief.

"Your Highness, today's class is over. Do you have any medicine for your wounds? I will apply it to you."

Looking at the bruises on Wesley's face and body, Miles couldn't help feeling guilty, especially for that absolutely beautiful face. He actually hurt such a beauty's face.

He deserves to die!

Faced with Miles's undisguised gaze and guilty self-blame, the anger in Wesley's heart suddenly disappeared. He slightly curled his lips and raised a very faint smile. This time it was not a sneer, but a real smile of pleasure.

"No medicine."

He thought, this person is really interesting. Living deep in the East Palace, he hasn't met such a pure person for a long time.

Miles seemed to be stunned, staring blankly at Wesley's smile. Although there were some bruises on his fair and delicate face, it still could not conceal the peerless elegance of that banished immortal-like man, and even made his face look more lively.

It seems as if it came out of an ancient painting, no longer so out of reach.

Seeing Wesley's smile getting more intense, with a hint of teasing, Miles suddenly came back to his senses and glanced away evasively, a blush instantly extending from his neck to his ears.

It’s no wonder that he has no future. He has been staying at the border all year round, and it’s rare for him to even see a girl with delicate skin and tender flesh, let alone such a handsome man!

He dared to swear to heaven that Wesley was the most beautiful person he had ever seen in his life, no doubt about it.

Then he realized what Wesley had said. No medicine? His Royal Highness the Crown Prince... Never mind. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, it's not surprising that he's in such a bad state.

Fortunately, due to his good habits, he always carried medicine with him.

"Your Highness, I have some medicine for wounds. Although the quality is not top-notch, the pain-relieving effect is still good. Would Your Highness like to use it?"