Shen Zhiyi was about to warn him.
Qi Yuran suddenly leaned back and took a deep breath.
The cold jade-like neck was slightly red after exercise. When he looked up, his Adam's apple slid and the blue veins were obvious.
He seemed to have reached the limit of his plank position.
The muscles on his chest, abdomen and arms suddenly tightened, forming solid and hard lines with distinct lumps. A thin layer of sweat rose from them, and the heat burned all the way to Shen Zhiyi's face.
It made her feel very hot.
"Be good, go to the side..."
"Don't hide under me..."
He spoke again.
The low and hoarse voice came through the phone, ringing in my ears like an electric current, making me feel numb and tingling.
He chased the kitten away.
Shen Zhiyi felt as if she had been discovered while hiding under him...
She clenched her fingers nervously, feeling inexplicably anxious.
Biting her lip.
Throw the phone on the bed.
I dare not look at it, nor do I dare to hang it up.
She was afraid that the ding sound of hanging up would remind him that she had been secretly watching him for so long...
As long as he hasn't noticed you looking at it, just pretend to touch it by mistake.
Then, it shouldn't be so embarrassing...
Just at this moment, Milk meowed and the cat's paws hit the screen.
Shen Zhiyi was startled.
His eyes subconsciously glanced at the screen.
All I could see were his loose, drooping sweatpants and his tight, full thigh muscles...
Just one glance.
Just freeze her.
That sense of power...surging and primitive.
Like a cheetah ready to pounce, it can unleash amazing explosive power at any time.
Her mouth was open.
I was stunned unconsciously.
His low, muffled groan came to my ears again.
God.
None of the male Bodhisattvas I see on my phone can breathe like him...
His figure is not as good as his...
Shen Zhiyi was stunned.
Qi Yuran suddenly started to move.
In this position, he finished the plank and started doing push-ups on the spot.
In the camera.
The broad chest suddenly moved closer to the screen, then suddenly moved away.
Once, once...
He's getting faster and faster...
The breathing sound is getting heavier...
Shen Zhiyi's cheeks burned hot, as if she was really lying under him, trapped in his arms, sometimes close and sometimes far away, as if she was doing something unspeakable...
A drop of hot sweat rolled down.
Hit the lens.
Chen Zhiyi seemed to be scalded by the temperature in the void and hung up the call.
He tilted his head back and fanned his hot face frantically.
Hot...
Why is it so hot...
Didn't she have a nosebleed?
Shen Zhiyi touched his nose.
Dry.
Only then did I feel relieved.
The phone vibrated and buzzed.
She picked it up and took a look.
@五䗽青年: "I don't mean to say that. It's like milk accidentally touched my phone."
"Isn't that bothering you?"
Shen Zhiyi took a deep breath.
Is it a problem if you can’t sleep at night?
She felt the heat that had just dissipated surge back again in an instant.
But the fingertips pretended to reply calmly.
"Huh? Really?"
"I didn't notice."
"It seems like I accidentally touched it too. I don't know what happened."
Qi Yuran looked at the nearly twenty-minute call record on his phone, lowered his eyes and tried to suppress his laughter.
Didn't see anything?
That’s a shame...sister.
He took off the cat toy tied to his phone and threw it aside.
Milk meowed and pounced over.
"That's fine."
"Go to bed early, Milkmaid."
"Milk asked me to say goodnight to you."
"Good night, Milkmama."
Shen Zhiyi's cheeks burned hot, and she endured the guilt and shame and said "good night" to him.
Turn off your phone.
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