"My legs are so sore from walking," Yang Qingyin couldn't help but pout as they left the Western restaurant. "Today we almost hit 20,000 steps."
"We did walk a lot," Luo Ziling felt a bit embarrassed, but quickly praised her, "You did well today, you didn't get tired like last time at the Summer Palace."
"You got off easy, not having to carry your porter!" Yang Qingyin's face was slightly red.
"Shall I carry you back to the school?"
"No thanks," Yang Qingyin quickly shook her head in refusal and immediately cracked a joke, "I feel much better after resting for a while. Just, my legs will definitely be sore tomorrow. If I can't walk, you'll be responsible."
"How about I massage them for you, guarantee you won't feel sore?"
Yang Qingyin hesitated for a moment, but still declined, "Forget it, if I can't get out of bed tomorrow, you can think of a way to make it up to me then. It's getting late, let's go back and rest!"
"Hmm," Luo Ziling also agreed.
