I practiced in the United States

Sheila turned on the TV and watched the variety show on it, always feeling very boring.

Thinking about doing some yoga, her body calmed down, but her mind couldn't calm down.

She lay by the window, looking at the house next to her house from a distance, and her mind would unconsciously wander.

Many people say that men are good at YY, but in fact, women are definitely not inferior to men in this regard.

Sometimes you just look at her, and she may have arranged a TV series in her mind.

"My light bulb seems to have some problems. Can you come and help me check it? [Sad]"

Li Ang, who was in the selection stage of the Polar Brawl, decisively won the game in seconds. The bomber just randomly picked was fun, but obviously the headlights were more important.

Pushing open the heavy security door, the figure in front of him seemed different from usual under the dim light.

"You are dressed so exquisitely today. Did you go to participate in any activities?"

Li Ang looked at Xila in front of him and asked with some surprise.

She was wearing a black satin suspender knee-length skirt, revealing a piece of white skin at the chest.

On her neck, she was wearing a black mesh ornament similar to a collar.

She looked pure and lustful.

From her exposed calves, it can be seen that she was wearing a pair of slightly thick black stockings today.

The black lambskin high heels on her feet perfectly showed her iconic feet.

Although the overall color tone of Xila's outfit today was black, it did not look dull.

From the clothes to the bright decorations on the belt and her exquisite makeup, they all highlighted the key points well, giving people a sense of dignity and elegance.

"Well, I probably went to have afternoon tea with my bestie. You know, I can never lose to that little bitch."

Xila's tone seemed a little cramped.

"I really need you now."

Li Ang: "Ah?"

"I need you to help me see what's wrong with my light bulb."

After Xila finished speaking, she quickly turned her face to the side, naturally took Li Ang's arm, and pulled him towards her room.

"This dress is so slippery, it must be very expensive."

Li Ang thought silently in his heart.

Coming to Xila's bedroom, Li Ang fiddled with the switch twice, and the light of the light bulb was a little erratic, a bit like poor contact.

Li Ang took off his shoes, lifted a corner of the bed sheet, and stepped on the bed.

When he stood on tiptoe, he could just touch the light bulb.

He tried to twist it a few times, and sure enough, as he thought, the light bulb was a little loose, resulting in poor contact.

After tightening it, the light bulb immediately returned to normal.

"Okay, it's done, it doesn't look like a big problem."

"Oh my God, dear Li, you are so great."

"It's nothing, just a little problem."

Li Ang was a little embarrassed by Xila's praise.

He has lived alone for so many years. In order to save money, he basically solved all the problems such as broken light bulbs, clogged toilets, and gas stoves that couldn't be ignited by himself. This kind of fault is really not difficult for him.

"You don't have to be too modest. You know, you are not even 18 years old. It's already amazing to be able to do this."

Xila held Li Ang's hand and helped him get off the bed.

"Then I'll go back first?"

"Why are you so anxious? Don't worry, it's safe here now. After closing the door, no one can come in."

Xila smiled and held his hand, still not letting go.

"By the way, I said I would teach you massage last time, but my course seems to be not finished yet."

Xila suddenly thought of something and said with bright eyes.

After that, regardless of whether Li Ang agreed or not, he directly pulled him to the yoga mat.

"Hiss, can you be a little gentler?"

"Ah? Am I using too much force?"

"I think I've already been taught the abdominal massage class last time. Shouldn't we move on to the next one?"

Leon turned his head and looked at Xila who was leaning over.

He felt like he was watching an old-fashioned TV, with nothing but black and white in front of him.

He wanted to turn his head back, but he couldn't. He must have been practicing too hard recently, and his neck was a little stiff.

Xila took the opportunity to touch him a few more times reluctantly, and then replied embarrassedly:

"Really? Then I may have remembered it wrong, but it doesn't matter if I review the last lesson."

However, when she pulled her hand out of Lion's clothes, she found something unusual, and subconsciously lifted his clothes and took a look inside.

Even though the light was a little weak through the clothes, Xila still saw the bloodstains on his chest.

She asked with a trembling voice: "What happened to your chest? Did someone abuse you?"

Only then did she realize why Li Ang said she pressed too hard, and tears almost came out.

Li Ang quickly explained:

"No, no, it's because I'm currently practicing a martial art. Don't worry too much, it's just some skin injuries."

In order to prevent her from not believing him, Li Ang took off his long sleeves.

In addition to Li Ang's sturdy muscles, what can be seen is the bruises and bloodstains of various sizes on it.

If it weren't for his explanation, there would be nothing wrong with saying that Li Ang was suffering domestic violence every day.

"Is this skill really important? Can I not practice it?"

Xila asked with some heartache.

Li Ang smiled and replied:

"In fact, these physical pains are nothing. Sometimes the body suffers more torture in order to suffer less mental humiliation."

Before Li Ang finished speaking, Xila had already embraced him in her arms.

She didn't know what Li Ang had experienced to say such a thing, but she was sure that he needed a hug now.

And since Li Ang had made a decision, she would never question it again, and would only do her best to support the path he chose.

"You continue to lie down, I will help you deal with these injuries on your body, maybe this will make it recover faster."

It must be said that Xila's massage skills are indeed much higher than his. It is much better for others to serve him than to do it himself.

For this kind of sports injury, Xila actually has a lot of experience. Every scar has been treated in the most appropriate way under her careful care.

Li Ang stood up from the yoga mat and immediately felt much more comfortable.

He was about to thank Xila, but found that Xila had taken off her high heels and lay on the yoga mat.

"Okay, it's your turn now."