Chapter 117

Jiang You blinked.

“Standing forward bends to stretch leg muscles, hands behind head to stretch lower back muscles, etc.,” Lin Yu said casually, his eyes slightly lowered. “Hold each movement for 15-30 seconds to help relax muscles and reduce soreness.”

"Come on, show me, and let me see if your movements are up to standard."

Jiang You scratched his face. Standing? Forward bend stretch?

Under Lin Yu's gaze, she stood up straight, bent over, and let her hands hang down.

Not only could the fingertips not reach the toes, but there was also a fist and a half's distance.

"You don't have to force your hands to touch the ground," Lin Yu walked over to her, bringing with him a pleasant plum blossom scent.

Jiang You only saw a black flat sneaker, followed by a hand-sized hand pressed against the center of her back through the fabric, gently massaging it downwards.

She could feel the warmth of his hand, and her eyelashes trembled.

Lin Yu said casually, "You don't need to straighten your knees too much, just feel the stretch."

“Oh, okay…” she replied.

The man's gaze lingered from the girl's delicate neck to her waist.

This body is hardly beautiful, just like him; two imperfect people, a match made in heaven.

Inside the room, a morbid greed gradually flickered in Lin Yu's gray eyes.

He greedily desired this imperfect body, for only in this way could he satisfy his twisted and deformed emptiness.

Jiang You's face grew increasingly red. He hadn't realized it before, but now he felt that his position was too awkward—his back was facing someone, and in a room where there were only the two of them.

Aside from his distinctive eyes, Lin Yu was a handsome, clean-cut man with fair skin and red lips.

However, compared to Shen Yi'an and Song Yun's exquisite and striking features, they appeared dull and lackluster.

Jiang You was about to stand up when Lin Yu suddenly pressed down with force.

Her legs buckled and she was about to kneel down when an arm scooped her up by brushing against her lower abdomen.

“Stand up straight,” he said seriously. “If your movements aren’t correct, it’s all for nothing.”

Jiang You subconsciously stood up straight, still maintaining the bent-over stretching posture.

After asking about the sensations in several parts of her body, Lin Yu told her to get up.

Jiang You straightened up, while the other man stood casually with his hands in his pockets and a calm expression.

"Make one more," Lin Yu seemed extremely tired, looking at her with a blank, unfocused gaze.

Jiang You rubbed his burning ears, and Lin Yu's eyes changed, locking onto the action, becoming deep and unfathomable.

The girl didn't see it, and she obediently did the action again.

She was thinking to herself, "Why am I feeling so awkward? Someone else is fighting off sleepiness to help me, even though it was Shen Yi'an who sent him."

Wait a minute! Come to think of it, Shen Yi'an didn't come along, which is completely unlike him...

"Do it this way. Now, sit on the bed and roll up your trousers to your knees."

Jiang You obeyed and did as instructed.

Lin Yu half-squatted down to the girl's feet, his fingertips circling around the acupoint on her calf.

The sensation was like an electric current running through his body, a tingling, numb, and pleasantly sour feeling that made Jiang You grip the sheets tightly with both hands. The massage was a little painful, but after a while, it became comfortably relaxing.

Lin Yu pressed the buttons while explaining.

She looked down at him; the boy's eyes were slightly droopy at the corners, and his thin lips beneath his straight nose rarely seemed to curve upwards.

The only time I saw him with a smile on his face was when he was eating an apple at the foot of the mountain.

It's so beautiful! Her smile is like blue skies, white clouds, grass, a gentle breeze, birdsong, and cicada chirps—it's like stepping into a summer scene from a Miyazaki anime, so healing and wonderful.

My desire to go to the foot of the mountain to buy apples reached its peak.

Although the jujubes were terribly astringent and the tangerines were so sour they reminded her of her grandmother, and Shen Yi'an complained that the bananas were old and not tasty, she was sure this apple would be delicious.

So there must be a reason why the fruit stall wasn't vandalized.

I must buy some to try on the way back.

As Jiang You was thinking, Lin Yu suddenly raised his head, his gray eyes, veiled in mist, fixed on her: "Are you listening to me?"

Yes, yes...

"Then repeat it."

Jiang You: "..."

Lin Yu sighed softly and said helplessly, "I'll say it again."

Jiang You moved his fingers with a hint of shame.