Zhang Fan sat on the ground, comfortably gazing at Ye Yanran, who was doing push-ups with burning eyes.
One hundred push-ups, no more, no less, and Ye Yanran almost completed them without turning red or breathing heavily. Meanwhile, the others began to shake in their arms.
This was the gap in constitution!
Ye Yanran stood up and glared fiercely at Zhang Fan.
"Not bad, not bad, but the form isn't quite right," Zhang Fan teased.
By now, Ye Yanran was draped in a faint blush. This was a post-exercise trait that added another touch of sexiness compared to before.
"The form isn't right!" Ye Yanran bit her pearly teeth, wishing she could chop Zhang Fan up with a knife. She had let go of her captain's pride purely for the legendary Bone Separation Hand. If it weren't for that, she would have started throwing punches long ago.
But this bastard, not only did he take advantage at every opportunity, he also made all these snide remarks.
