Bi Jin's tense body relaxed slightly, the fear in his eyes gradually dissipated, and he said in a sweet and innocent tone:
"You scared me to death just now. I thought you were a pervert."
Bi Xiao and Yao Xi exchanged a glance, each seeing what the other was thinking:
"Isn't he?"
Ye Lang chuckled, his eyes deep,
"That's nothing. Besides, don't you like it?"
Bi Jin blushed slightly, avoiding his gaze, and said coquettishly:
"I hate you!"
Ding~ [Bi Jin, Favorability: 98]
Ye Lang raised his lips to a wicked smile, gently stroking Bi Jin's hair, thinking to himself:
"Almost there, almost there."
After playing around with Bi Jin for a while, Ye Lang went to the gym to start his daily training.
Bi Jin, Bi Xiao and Yao Xi were eating Weilong and drinking milk tea.
While admiring the shirtless Ye Lang sweating profusely in the gym.
From time to time they laughed like silver bells, which was very pleasant.
But Xiong Ting could only sit alone in a deserted corner, with empty eyes and a heart full of resentment and helplessness.
Seeing the caring message from her sister, Xiong Ting forced herself to cheer up and replied calmly, but she could hardly hide the bitterness in her heart.
Everything he had eaten two hours ago was vomited out, and it was also washed away by that nasty Bi Jin.
She was now hungrier than when she first arrived. Moreover, the fine beads of sweat from the exercise just now made her clothes stick to her body, and her hair was also stuck together, making it look sticky and messy.
This beast, clearly possessing such miraculous abilities, and having already emerged, why wouldn't he give himself food? Why wouldn't he let himself have a good life?
Oh, I gave it to you, but I spit it all out. Couldn’t you give yourself some more?
Xiong Ting looked at the three clean girls enjoying snacks and milk tea, playing and joking, and a feeling of injustice welled up in her heart.
Despite this, she still endured the hunger and discomfort and dared not say anything more.
Not only physical fitness and breathing, this time Ye Lang began to train the accuracy of Xiao Li's Flying Dagger.
You can't always scatter flowers like a fairy.
Besides, he had almost taken away all the clothes with iron sequins in the cloakroom.
Ye Lang took out the wooden cutting board from the kitchen and placed it on a shelf ten meters away.
He took a deep breath, his eyes became sharp as an eagle, and the iron piece in his hand streaked through the air like a meteor, hitting the shelf accurately.
"Lean north! Why is it not accurate?
Aren't darts more accurate the more force you throw them? Why is that?"
When in doubt, Ye Lang turns to Sister Lang. He opens Doulang and searches for anchors who throw darts and throwing knives.
After watching several anchors' videos, Ye Lang came up with several key points to mastering darts.
The first thing is of course persistent practice, which requires a great interest in darts.
The second thing is the size of the force and the way of exerting the force. You cannot just use great force to expect miracles. You can start with a lighter dart and practice with a small force.
Finally, you must focus your attention and adjust your breathing rhythm until your body and mind become one. This can be practiced using the anti-interference method.
Ye Lang realized it, and he took out a bottle of water bullets from the bedside table in the bedroom.
These soaked water balls are small and round. They are still tough when squeezed gently, but they will break if you apply a little force.
Ye Lang took these small and exquisite water bombs and told Bi Jin:
"Get a bucket of water and help Xiong Ting clean it. Hurry up, I need it right away."
"Hmph~, you big pervert!"
Bi Jin snorted softly, then obediently helped Xiong Ting up and went to the bathroom.
Ding~ [Xiong Ting, Favorability: 13]
Xiong Ting was a little excited. She could no longer bear the unpleasant smell of sweat, vomit, etc. on her body.
It’s great that I can actually take a shower. This stinky security guard still has some conscience.
Bi Jin quickly washed Xiong Ting clean, and then brought Xiong Ting, who was shyly holding onto a slightly small bathrobe, in front of Ye Lang.
Ye Lang kissed Bi Jin with satisfaction, then turned to Xiong Ting and said coldly:
"Put your hands down."
"ah!"
After a short exclamation, Xiong Ting blushed instantly, but still obediently put down her covering hands.
"Yes, the name suits him."
Ye Lang was generous with his praise.
Then, Ye Lang began to draw circles with a pen in front of Xiong Ting's incredulous eyes.
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