Ye Lang gently stroked her waist with his fingers to help her adjust her posture:
"Don't try this next time. It hurts me when I fall."
As he spoke, his hands remained on her waist, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her waist and abdomen with her breathing.
When Zhao Lin was doing standing stretching, her hands were just short of reaching her toes, and when she bent over, the pearl buttons on her back made a noise.
Ye Lang walked over and stood behind her. He passed his hands under her armpits, grasped her wrists and gently pulled them down.
"Keep your back straight, don't bend your legs, and follow my strength."
His arm was pressed against her back, and he could feel the warm skin beneath the sling. Zhao Lin felt weak all over, and leaned on his arm, breathing softly:
"Coach Ye, I'm exhausted. You have to pull me up."
Ye Lang exerted a little force on his wrist, allowing her to reach her toes:
"Hold on for another 5 seconds, I'll stay with you."
He deliberately brushed his fingertips against the inside of her wrist, and saw her shoulders tremble slightly, and the smile in her eyes became even more intense.
When Zhou Yuxuan was doing the pigeon pose, her back leg could not be stretched, and her knees were slightly red from pressing on the yoga mat.
Ye Lang squatted beside her legs, holding her ankles with both hands and gently pulling them back, his palms wrapped around her slender ankles:
"Relax your leg muscles. Don't tighten them so tightly that you're about to rupture your ligaments."
Zhou Yuxuan gently hooked his trouser leg with her toes and said softly:
"It hurts, Coach Ye, please be gentle."
Ye Lang lightened his grip, but his fingertips slid down her calf, touching the skin at her knee.
"Tell me if it hurts, and I'll adjust the intensity."
Looking at her cheeks flushed with pink and her anklets gleaming in the sunlight, his fingertips couldn't help but linger for a few more seconds.
Just like that, after finishing one set of training with amorous feelings and an affair, the four girls gathered around Ye Lang tacitly and started the next stage of teasing.
For example, when Wang Feier handed him the water, she deliberately touched his knuckles with her fingers and whispered:
"Coach Ye, your palms are sweating. Are you too tired?"
Yang Xiaoyan then reached out and wiped the sweat from his forehead, saying with a smile:
"It must have taken a lot of effort to teach us."
Zhao Lin pulled his arm and shook it:
"Coach Ye, I want you to support me in the next move."
Zhou Yuxuan squatted at his feet and looked up at him:
"Coach Ye, my feet are a little sore, can you help me massage them?"
Ye Lang looked at the four girls around him. They seemed to have really become the kind of people who fool around with their fitness coaches behind their husbands' backs.
Ye Lang knew that they were willing to let go of all their pride, willing to humble themselves, and willing to act for this moment. It was only because they had waited for too long that they finally waited for this opportunity today.
Their eyes concealed a long-suppressed desire, like a dry riverbed waiting for the spring flood, or like travelers in the desert who have suffered a long drought hoping for rain.
Ye Lang's eyes suddenly became gentle, like a spring breeze blowing across the water, with a hint of gentle warmth. He slowly swept his eyes over them and whispered:
"I'm sorry, you guys, have you been waiting for a long time?"
"Wow~"
"Woo woo~"
"Husband~"
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