"Big brother Alexander, I'm Sophia!"
A crisp and sweet girlish voice sounded, making Alexander relieved.
Judging by the voice, it was his neighbor Sophia from across the hall.
The apartment across the way was occupied by a mother and daughter; the mother, Isabella, was in her late thirties and worked as a bank clerk.
Her daughter, Sophia, had just turned seventeen a few days ago and was still in high school.
Opening the door, a youthful and sweet girl with a ponytail appeared in front of Alexander.
She was just over 1.6 meters tall, wearing a white knitted short top and blue-gray suspenders with jeans.
There were cartoon patterns embroidered on the short top, with her thumbs hooked into the front straps, and her perky chest was already quite sizable. Her smile still had a touch of childish innocence.
In short, the whole impression was youthful, as if looking at her made you feel years younger.
"Sophia, what's up?" Alexander subconsciously pulled up his sleeves to cover the tattoos on his arms and asked.
"Big brother..." The girl pouted, somewhat dissatisfied, "Didn't I just tell you downstairs? My mom just learned a few yoga poses and wants you to come over and give her some pointers, and me too! Sophia wants to learn together!"
"Ha, how could I forget! Let me change my clothes, and I'll be right there!"
Alexander laughed and replied.
In fact, he had only been preoccupied with the horror instance and hadn't really heard what Sophia had said.
Of course, no one with a bit of social intelligence would admit that, let alone Alexander, who was quite sociable. After casually agreeing, Alexander went to his bedroom to change his clothes.
Mainly to better cover his tattoos!
"Let's go!" After changing, Alexander and Sophia directly pushed open the door across the hall.
"Alexander, you're here! Come and see if my pose is correct!"
As soon as they entered, a soft, tender voice came over.
The speaker was naturally Sophia's mother, Isabella.
Despite being close to forty, Isabella's skin was still fair and radiant, and her figure was fantastic.
She was wearing a tight black yoga outfit and doing a pose called the Scorpion.
In simple terms, the body is supported by the arms, with the lower half inverted, toes pointed forward, and the legs bent towards the head to stretch the body. It's called the Scorpion because the toes on both legs curve forward like a scorpion's tail.
Of course, this pose is not easy, and even after practicing for a few months, Isabella could only do a simplified version.
Supported by her abdomen and hands, her upper body was raised, and her lower body was bent forward like a scorpion.
This pose really accentuated Isabella's figure, not to mention her long, straight legs. Even with her chest heaving from exertion, her full breasts still rested firmly on the ground like dough.
It was as if an 800-page book was pressing on two balloons, making one worry about the balloons losing their elasticity.
Her unpainted, delicate face was covered in beads of sweat that slid down her chest, soaking her clothes.
This pose, facing Alexander, was too much for even the most disciplined person, let alone a young man like Alexander.
Licking his somewhat dry lips, Alexander hurriedly stepped forward, helping Isabella correct her posture while speaking.
"Isabella, this pose mainly relies on the strength of the legs and waist. Keep your body straight, or else you might strain your waist."
As he spoke, Alexander grabbed Isabella's leg to help her adjust.
The soft touch made Alexander's heart skip a beat involuntarily. The yoga outfit was incredibly thin, no wonder the nipples on her breasts were visible. Isabella, however, seemed oblivious to it all, as she looked at Sophia and said, "Sophia, didn't you also want to learn yoga with Alexander? Hurry up and change into your workout clothes!" "Okay! I'll go right away, Alexander, please wait for me!" Sophia responded, cheerfully hopping and skipping towards her bedroom.
Speaking of yoga, it was one of the unique skills Alexander had mastered in his previous life.
Of course, it was only in theory; not just yoga, but also golf, tea ceremony, cultural relics, calligraphy, jewelry, cosmetics, various military weapons...
Though incomparable to professionals, Alexander's theoretical knowledge was definitely among the best in the amateur realm.
Relationships, connections, and contacts.
Socializing is all about reciprocity.
Catering to one's preferences isn't just about good cigarettes, fine wines, or luxury cosmetics.
As a top salesperson, you need to have enough topics to communicate with customers. Nothing promotes a relationship better than a shared hobby. Once you become friends with customers, is selling still a difficult task?
The friendship built on drinking is just a low-class social interaction.
In his previous life, after Alexander switched to sales training, many of his clients would occasionally invite him out to play golf or ask him for advice on chess or other interests.
In this world, Alexander no longer needs to spend energy maintaining those relationships, but this kind of socializing has become ingrained in him.
In the entire neighborhood, there was no one who didn't speak highly of Alexander.
Everyone else was like that, and naturally, Isabella and her daughter were no exception.
The two families were already on excellent terms. When Alexander learned that Isabella was practicing yoga, he became her theoretical instructor out of concern for her safety, and he could also feast his eyes on the beauty of it all.
Unexpectedly, even little Sophia wanted to learn.
Sophia had perfectly inherited her mother's devastatingly beautiful looks. Although her figure was far from matching her mother's, the youthful charm she possessed was no less lethal to Alexander, who had, in fact, lived two lifetimes.
Watching Sophia happily hop into her bedroom, Alexander couldn't help but swallow hard.
A mother and daughter both in yoga outfits, striking various yoga poses together.
Was this still yoga? It was like heaven!
He was just a child, after all!
Alexander felt that he couldn't endure this torment and wanted to find an excuse to leave.
However, his legs seemed to have their own thoughts, and his mouth was as if glued shut.
He couldn't move, nor could he open his mouth.
Only his eyes were active, making Alexander's heart ache.
"Alexander, what are you thinking? My legs are about to be crushed by your grip!" Isabella felt the force on her legs and shot Alexander a glare.
"Uh... Isabella, I'm sorry, I was lost in thought just now." Alexander quickly let go of her legs.
"One apology isn't enough; you must be punished!" Isabella said, her beautiful eyes swirling playfully. Suddenly, she smiled and said, "I'm tired anyway, so I'll punish you by having you support me as I lean against the wall!
It's a good time to practice a handstand!"
As she spoke, her legs slowly lowered, and her delicate, graspable feet hooked onto Alexander's shoulders on either side of his neck.
Fuck!
A surge of blood rushed to his head, and the faint fragrance at the tip of his nose, combined with the beautiful sight before him, almost caused Alexander to have a stroke.
He was just a child, after all!
Just as Alexander was about to have a nosebleed, a terrified scream came from the bedroom.
"Ah!!!"
Sophia was in danger!