Gently pressing on Chen Qiaoqiao's thigh, Wang Jie shouted.
"What now, do I need to press his legs and stretch the tendons on his bones or something?"
After saying these words, Chen Qiaoqiao beside him was so frightened that her legs went a bit weak.
"What are you even saying, are you sick in the head?"
"I'm old enough as it is, and it's not like I can't dance. Just keep holding me down, this is yoga, yoga, do you understand?"
Not quite sure what to say, Wang Jie continued to press Chen Qiaoqiao's legs.
While helping Chen Qiaoqiao with her legs and looking up, he saw Zhang Ruoxi teaching her how to press her legs. In that moment that he watched Zhang Ruoxi, he also noticed that Zhang Ruoxi was looking back at him.
Four eyes met, and both of them felt a bit awkward in an instant.
However, Wang Jie didn't avoid her gaze, after all, he was a little bored right now, and he did want to see what these yoga exercises Zhang Ruoxi was doing were all about.
