"Hmm---"
"Ah---"
"Oh---"
The apartment occasionally echoed with Song Xue's heavy breathing and moans.
"Take it easy, I'm not struggling, you're hurting me," Song Xue almost cried from Zeng Xingyang's leg press.
"I'm being gentle," Zeng Xingyang said as he moved Song Xue to lie on her back, then continued helping her with yoga leg stretches.
This girl's knees can actually touch her shoulders.
Why haven't I noticed this before?
Gotta try it later.
About ten minutes later, the two of them ended up heading to the bathroom together.
.....
Early the next morning, when Zeng Xingyang got up, Song Xue had already prepared breakfast.
Eggs, noodles, sandwiches, sausages, milk...
"Breakfast is ready for you, I've already eaten, I have to go to work later."
Song Xue was wearing a white dress today, her exquisite makeup disguising the weariness between her brows.
"Isn't the game tonight? Why are you going so early?" Zeng Xingyang asked.
