Hmph, I refuse to believe I can't get you this time.

Li Heng raised his eyebrows and looked at her with a somewhat innocent expression.

"I've never done weight training, so I'm not very good at binding."

He handed the sandbag to her, "How about... Miss, you help me?"

Shen Zhiyi frowned, saying "This is so troublesome," but still stepped forward to help him tie the sandbag.

Li Heng bent his knees and watched her bend down, her fingertips circling the straps, brushing against his skin through his clothes. His eyes behind his glasses slowly lowered, locking onto her fingertips.

Only after Shen Zhiyi finished tying him up did she begin to feel resentful.

Why did I listen to him again?!

She was furious and punched the sandbag on his leg twice.

Li Heng lost his balance and stumbled backward half a step.

Shen Zhiyi straightened up, put her hands on her hips in a good mood, and gave him a wicked smile.

"If you can't even handle this little bit of strength, how will you serve as my dog ​​in the future?"

"The following photos won't be as easy to take as the first three."

"You'd better be prepared."

“And…” She stepped forward, grabbed his collar with one hand, pulled him close, and warned, “If you dare to tease me again, it won’t be as simple as just a couple of punches.”

Do you know?

Li Heng looked at her face so close to his own, and his breathing became heavy.

"Is just the weight on my legs enough?" he whispered.

Shen Zhiyi released him. "What do you mean?"

Li Heng lifted his eyelids, glanced at the winding mountain road, then turned back to meet her puzzled gaze, and said softly, "How about I carry Miss up?"

"Wouldn't training be more thorough if you were fully loaded with weights?"