Coach Meng came up behind Feng Wenyu.
He looked up and caught a glimpse.
The scene before him made him involuntarily cough.
For some reason, Feng Wenyu's tight yoga pants had wedged deeply between her legs.
Noticing the coach's unusual reaction.
Feng Wenyu asked softly, "Coach, what's the matter?"
To avoid embarrassment.
Coach Meng said, "No... nothing, the posture is very standard."
"Oh, that's good, Coach Meng, why don't you help me stretch my legs?"
Feng Wenyu murmured to herself with a chuckle.
The coach didn't think much of it, and had Feng Wenyu lie down, then, with her legs widely spread apart, he squatted down to start stretching her when he realized that the crease had become even more prominent.
Moreover, he could see some damp marks around the pants.
Coach Meng was just about to squat down and help her stretch.
But at that moment, Feng Wenyu suddenly sat up, grabbing that thing between his legs with one hand.
Coach Meng was startled.
