Chapter 1513 Interstellar Rescue Team 61
After he finished speaking, he stood motionless in place, his cold and unapproachable appearance quite contradicting the docile nature he inadvertently revealed.
Song Jinhuan was taken aback for a moment, then a smile spread across her lips. "Please begin."
As if receiving instructions, Wen Jing immediately braced herself on the ground, adjusting her breathing as she did so.
One after another.
The veins on the back of his hand and arm, pressed against the ground, were slightly bulging.
With each movement, he would pull back and then exert force.
Even though Song Jinhuan was just watching, she felt as if she were participating in it.
It's getting hot from watching.
She silently got off her bicycle, walked over to Wen Jing, and squatted down.
Wen Jing paused for a moment when a pair of white shoes appeared before her eyes.
One hundred and twenty-three.
One hundred and twenty-four.
One hundred and twenty-five...
Song Jinhuan's gaze was drawn to the bulging muscles on his arm, and she cautiously extended a finger and tentatively poked it.
The man froze, his breathing becoming erratic.
It was just a small movement that disrupted his rhythm for doing push-ups.
He propped himself up, breathing slightly heavily, "What's wrong?"
The eyes behind the goggles looked utterly innocent, and the voice coming from beneath the protective shield was full of self-righteousness: "Curious, I want to touch it."
Wen Jing was delighted; being curious about him was a good thing.
“One hundred and twenty-six.” He stared at her, bending his elbow down.
Report the sound.
Then he stopped and asked, "Would you like me to count?"
Although it was phrased as a question, it sounded more like an invitation.
After he finished speaking, he covered his head and continued working.
Song Jinhuan subconsciously continued counting: "127, 128, 129..."
Wen Jing's usually stern face now held a gentle smile, and at that moment, he was full of energy.
If there were such a thing as a "heart-fluttering index," it would rise steadily from the moment a girl gets close to him, just like the numbers she mentioned.
Anything over 100 is considered off the charts.
Her score was already off the charts before she even got close.
Desire to destroy the world: 6.
Since they established their relationship, Wen Jing has been able to reasonably link every change that happens around them to Song Jinhuan.
Their first date after confirming their relationship ended in the training room.
Song Jinhuan listened to reports all afternoon.
"Next, I will do two hundred pull-ups on the horizontal bar."
"Next, do two hundred sit-ups."
"Next, do 300 abdominal crunches."
...
"Next, perform three hundred side kicks to the left and right."
Song Jinhuan kept repeating the same sentence, "Please begin."
The date is over, and the training index has reached the target.
Wen Jing, covered in sweat and panting, said reluctantly, "Actually, I can still do a few more projects."
"This is not my limit."
Certain images inappropriately flashed through Song Jinhuan's mind, and she exclaimed sincerely, "You're so amazing!"
Wen Jing enthusiastically suggested, "Let's do it together next time!"
"I have experience in this area, having previously guided students in physical training at schools."
Song Jinhuan instantly sobered up and chuckled dryly, "I actually exercise every day, but not at that intensity."
Although Wen Jing was taciturn, he was not dull. He immediately understood the other party's polite refusal. His high spirits were extinguished as if doused with cold water, leaving him only feeling helpless and panicked.
I was worried that she would be unhappy.
"Are you bored this afternoon?"
Song Jinhuan noticed his unease and smiled, saying, "No, not at all."
I understand you better today.
Wen Jing's eyes lit up. "Really?"
Song Jinhuan discovered that Wen Jing was actually a very sensitive person.
She raised her hand in mid-air and gently shook it. "Want to hold hands?"
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