He continued forward.
"Wait!" He Qingyan propped herself up with one hand, using the other to brace against his abdomen, "Don't get too close, I'm afraid it'll hurt."
"...The first one is over," Gu Ran retreated backward.
He Qingyan didn't mind and asked with a smile, "What about the second one?"
Whether it was the fatigue from using her hand to support her body, or something else, her face was a bit red.
Gu Ran reminisced for a moment, then sat down on the ground, "You... kneel on both sides of my legs with your legs, and put your hands on my shoulders."
"Oh," He Qingyan got up.
"Don't actually touch me!" Gu Ran reminded her.
It wasn't that he found He Qingyan repulsive, but rather he feared making a fool of himself.
Certain things were beyond his control, and at this moment, he was reciting "The Departure of the Teacher" to distract himself.
He Qingyan lightly lifted the hem of her skirt, struck the pose mentioned by Gu Ran, and then dropped the hem.
