"Yang Longfei, how well did I do with this set of movements today?" Zhang Xinlan finished her routine and smiled at Yang Longfei as she collected her breath.
Yang Longfei was a striking man, around thirty years old, exuding an inexplicable charm that drew people to him unconsciously. His extraordinary demeanor made it hard to believe he was merely a yoga instructor.
"Not bad, your Yoga Skill is progressing quite nicely!" Yang Longfei was full of praise. "It's as if a Martial Artist has reached a new level of mastery in their kung fu."
"Really?" Zhang Xinlan smiled again and again, captivating and charming.
"Miss Zhang, I..."
Yang Longfei attempted to grasp Zhang Xinlan's hand, but she, seemingly anticipating this, evaded his grasp without leaving a trace.
"Yang Longfei, what is it?" asked Zhang Xinlan.
Zhang Xinlan appeared calm and composed, but in fact, even without Yang Longfei expressing it, she knew that this man fancied her.
