Shiba's body was sensitive to pain.
Stretching was torture.
After a few minutes, the blue-gray sports t-shirt she was wearing was half-soaked with sweat.
Although her hair was tied up neatly in a bun, her fallen bangs were all wet and stuck to her hot and red little face.
She clenched her jaw tightly and took a deep breath every now and then.
Luo tianlin was supposed to hang up the phone, but he did not press the hang-up button.
"What did you have for dinner?" He suddenly threw out an abrupt question in a hoarse voice.
"What?" Sherby couldn't help but be distracted.
She instantly thought of the pan-fried salmon Mrs. Lin had made and the bowl of aunt song's fish soup. It was so fresh that her tongue almost melted.
Thinking about it now, he was drooling.
With such a shift of attention, even the pressure exerted by the teacher behind him did not feel as painful as before.
She took a deep breath and grinned.
