A smile touched Lin Jiang's lips when he saw Fang Jie's bashful look.
"I can use my hand, but what if you make it sore?"
"Look at you, playing innocent after getting your way."
Fang Jie twitched her small nose, her expression rather cute. "I'm obviously the one who should be hurting."
"Action and reaction are equal and opposite. My hand will hurt, too."
"Well, I'm not going to worry about it. You figure it out."
Fang Jie used her phone to have the hotel's front desk send up a yoga mat.
Lin Jiang sat on the sofa while Fang Jie, next to him, spread the yoga mat on the floor.
The distance between them was only a dozen or so centimeters.
With all preparations complete, today's fitness session officially began.
Fang Jie knelt on the ground and leaned forward, the full, peach-like curve of her rear becoming prominent.
Because the shorts were a size too small, the fabric was stretched taut, clearly revealing the outlines of certain areas.
It was a truly delightful sight.
SLAP!
