The Love I Can't Give Up /Can't Quit Loving You ❤️‍🔥

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Chapter 21

Xu Jing Yu leaned back on the chair, put his hands on the armrests of her chair, tilted his head to look at Ying Huan who was still unmoving, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Why, don't you press it?"

In fact, in addition to medical care, the club also has A dedicated physical therapist massages and relaxes the boxers' arms regularly.

After Ying Chi arrived at the club, Ying Huan rarely did this job because the physical therapist was much better than her in terms of strength and accuracy.

She looked up at Xu Jing Yu, "Why are you joining in the fun?"

"Oh, I understand."

Xu Jing Yu looked at her with a half-smile, as if he suddenly remembered something, stood up, swayed, and sat down on her right side, "No If you press the right hand, then the left hand is fine, right? There is no guilt in the left hand."

Ying Huan understood immediately, her heart jumped suddenly, and she glared at him: "Don't talk nonsense!"

Xu Jing Yu chuckled: "Then press or not?"

Ying Huan pressed his wrist happily.

The girl's fingers were thin and soft, not too strong, but the man's muscles were as hard as stones.

She poked him twice with her index finger and said, "Your muscles are so hard."

"Otherwise it's still soft?"

"..."

Inexplicably, the two of them were silent at the same time.

Ying Huan lowered her head and pressed down on his arm dutifully.

Over there, Ying Chi glanced over while listening to Wu Qi's instructions. He saw Xu Jing Yu shamelessly letting Ying Huan massage him. He was distracted for a moment.

Wu Qi slapped him on the back of the head with a cold face: "Where are you looking?"

Ying Chi quickly said.

He turned around and apologized: "No, please continue, I'm listening."

Wu Qi said: "Your opponent is called He Hao. He is 174cm tall and 67.8KG. He is not taller than you but stronger than you. His advantage is that he is strong, but It's a bit reckless. You are not as strong as him now, and you don't have enough experience. Don't fight head-on, rely on strategy..."

Ying Huan squeezed the man's hard arm and asked casually: "Xu Jing Yu, are you really left-handed? "

Xu Jing Yu hummed: "Don't like left-handers?"

Ying Huan looked at him innocently: "Did I tell you?"

She was just a little curious, "Then can you write with your left hand? When I was in kindergarten, there was a classmate who was also left-handed, at first he could only write with his left hand, and everything he wrote was reversed. It took a long time for teachers and parents to teach him how to write with his right hand."

"Yes, I can do anything with my left hand."

Xu Jing Yu curled his lips, "Here you go. Sign?"

"..."

She pressed his hand hard, stood up, and hummed: "Your signature is not valuable now."

Xu Jing Yu stood up with a low smile, and the little girl's soft fingers slid from his big His arm slid to his wrist, and the slight cold feeling made him pause for a moment and said, "Okay, the time is coming."

"Come here, everyone."

Wu Qi called.

Everyone gathered over, Wu Qi stretched out his hand, and the others folded their hands one by one.