Jiang Shouzhong looked at her, his face a picture of confusion.
Mengniang rolled her eyes playfully, walked in front of the man, and placed a supple hand on his shoulder, "Relax."
Jiang Shouzhong relaxed his body.
In a split second, it felt as if a massive rock had been pressed down onto his shoulders.
The man's legs bent, nearly bringing him to his knees.
Mengniang frowned, "Too loose, like a pile of mud, pull yourself together!"
Jiang Shouzhong quickly straightened his back and puffed out his chest.
The enormous weight on his shoulder lifted dramatically in an instant; the other's hand seemed as light as a feather, barely registering any weight at all.
Mengniang, dissatisfied, "Too tense, relax!"
Jiang Shouzhong, helpless, relaxed again—only for the familiar crushing weight to press down once more, making him wince in pain.
"How can you be so clumsy!"
