Ningning attempted to argue that having both men present was unnecessary, she already felt like a pinned butterfly under a microscope but it was like speaking to a stone wall.
Tolief refused to leave until he had secured his data, and Weijie refused to move until he was certain no other male was "assisting" his mate.
Consequently, she continued her workout under the weight of two very different gazes: Tolief's cold, analytical observation and Weijie's burning, protective intensity.
[Great work, Dumpling! You've finished the push-ups. Now, just thirty arm circles to cool down and…] Doudou paused, his electronic voice adopting a sadistic lilt. [Actually, I've just updated the regimen based on your heart rate. Let's add thirty sit-ups. We need to target that core!]
"You... you monster." Ningning whispered, her voice barely audible.
She sat on the cold ground with her legs bent. Under the bewildered stares of the two men, she began to lower her upper body and pull herself back up.
