At the beginning of the sixth group, Zhou Jingshuo's forehead began to sweat. The sweat became more and more, and his breathing became more and more rapid, but his movements only slowed down a little.
If he just sticks with it and finishes it, his stupid behavior last night will be offset.
Zhou Jingshuo was thinking this, and when he looked up at Yu Huan, he found that she was looking at him with a smile, with a cunning gleam in her black eyes, as if she was planning something bad.
But when she smiled at people, she seemed to have a kind of magic. Even though I could clearly see her bad intentions, I still couldn't guard against her. I was even dazzled by her smile, my consciousness was stunned for a moment, and my only thought was to wonder what I had done to please her so much.
Just as he was in a trance, Yu Huan got up from the stool.
She had just complained about her legs being uncomfortable, so before he started, he specially moved the single sofa from another room over so that she could sit more comfortably.
"You're really not concentrating. Why are you swaying so much?" Yu Huan laughed and criticized.
Zhou Jingshuo lay on the ground, watching her walk towards him step by step in her slippers. She was not wearing socks, and the scratches on her feet were clearly visible.
He was clearly confessing his sins, but looking at the vine-like marks wrapped around her ankles, his body began to heat up again, burning his mouth and making his tongue dry. He took two deep breaths, exerting his core strength, and pushed himself up again. After completing this movement, before he could exhale, he suddenly felt Yu Huan's movements and his face changed.
His breathing became more rapid, and his back was bearing the force from above. He cried out helplessly, "Ancestor..."
"Why don't you do it?" Yu Huan asked knowingly. Not only did he sit cross-legged on his back, he also reached out and patted his head, teaching him in a serious manner, "Keep your word."
Two hundred push-ups was probably the limit of his physical strength. Now with the weight of another person added to the load, Zhou Jingshuo could already imagine how sore his muscles would be when he woke up the next day.
However, she had finally managed to speak to him in such a pleasant manner, and she was sitting on his back. When he moved up and down, she would be shaken a little, and sometimes her hand would brush across his shoulder... It was a torture mixed with sweetness.
He took a deep breath and leaned over.
After doing 180, I felt a little exhausted, and this was the time to test my perseverance.
She was still on his back. If he fell, she would definitely fall to the ground and might hit her legs.
She was already crying out in pain...
Zhou Jingshuo held on, sweat sliding from his forehead to his chin, and the water droplets trembled and dripped down.
When they were almost done, Yu Huan started to mess with him, running her fingers along his back and then digging her fingertips into his collar.
"Yu Huan." Zhou Jingshuo called her name word by word as a warning and deterrence, but the voice was hoarse and trembling, as if his sanity was already shaky, and there was nothing in it that made Yu Huan feel dangerous.
She guessed that he was too tired and didn't have the strength to hit her after they were done, so she didn't hold back at all and touched his waist again.
Zhou Jingshuo's abdominal muscles were well-trained, with clear contours but not too exaggerated. They became tighter when he exerted force. As soon as Yu Huan's fingertips passed by, he immediately tensed up, as if he was suffering from some unspeakable torture.
He leaned on the mat, the veins on his arms popping out, but he still lost a little strength due to her random touching and swayed a little.
The place where Yu Huan was touching was normal at first, but when he shook her, she fell backwards. She hurriedly grabbed anything she could get her hands on, but in the end she still sat down on the mat.
It didn't hurt, but when she was about to withdraw her hand, she accidentally touched something.
Yu Huan's eyes suddenly widened, as if he was burned, and he quickly withdrew his hand.
Zhou Jingshuo had already laid down, his arm aching from holding it up for so long. He rested his forehead on his arm, glanced sideways, and asked leisurely, "Do you feel good touching it?"
Yu Huan's face flushed red, and he angrily accused him of being shameless, "You, how can you..."
"Who wasn't sitting properly and bumped into me?" Zhou Jingsuo asked as he straightened up and flexed his wrists, looking like he was ready for a big fight.
Yu Huan got up and wanted to put on his shoes and run.
But before her feet could squeeze into the shoes, he grabbed her ankles, pressed his fingertips on her ankles, and pulled her into his arms without any explanation.
After doing too many push-ups, the slightest stretch would cause a soreness, but the excitement brought by excessive exercise made the soreness seem insignificant and had almost no effect.
What he paid more attention to was the soft feeling his palm felt at this time.
"What are you doing..." Yu Huan felt very hot and struggled tentatively.
Zhou Jingshuo's palm was very hot, and her ankle that was touched was also very hot, and the air in the room also became very hot.
Zhou Jingshuo leaned over, kissed the beautiful ankle in the palm of his hand, and said, "I'm tired, hold me for a while."
Last night was indeed too much, and she would probably feel unwell again. He just couldn't help but scare her a little, he didn't mean to do that.
Yu Huan understood what he meant, so he stopped running and sat down where he was. He wanted to get closer to see the sweat on his body more clearly, but then he sat further away.
"Do you dislike me?" Zhou Jingshuo asked with raised eyebrows.
"I just dislike you." Yu Huan stretched out a finger and pressed it against his forehead to prevent him from getting closer.
Zhou Jingshuo felt like a demon with ulterior motives, and was instantly pinned down by the fairy.
He sighed, stretched his shoulders, and finished the remaining push-ups in one breath, then went into the bathroom to wash himself off.
When he came out, Yu Huan was leaning against the sofa in a corner reading a comic book. Zhou Jingshuo wiped the water off his body, moved over and hugged her in his arms, returning the hug he had failed to give her before.
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