"Hold on for another half an hour," Sheng Jingyi said softly as he walked over to Ling Xi, looking at the large beads of sweat on her forehead and the tip of her nose.
Without speaking, Ling Xi just silently persevered.
Over the past week, although it had been tough, she had indeed seen results. She couldn't deny that Sheng Jingyi's method of squeezing people dry was effective; of course, aside from having to deal with a certain person's sudden seduction and entanglement, Ling Xi felt everything else was quite splendid.
As Ling Xi was lost in her memories, Sheng Jingyi quietly appeared behind her. His handsome face leaned in slightly, almost touching the delicate, fair skin of her neck, "Little Xixi, if you're tired, remember to tell me, alright? I will let you rest just a tiny bit earlier."
"Thank you, but there's no need to trouble yourself," Ling Xi reminded him coldly for the nth time, her spine straight as ever, "Also, instructor, this is harassment."
