From the thirty-first time to the end, he did what he usually did with Luo Chong. The morning he went to the gym, a pure day, left him drenched in sweat. When he left, he ran into Xiao Min's friend, Yang Jiaqi, who was the host. She had just gotten off the treadmill and was sweating profusely, her face flushed red. Luo Chong felt a familiar jolting body attraction toward her, and he usually quickly pushed her to the side, lest he offend her or Xiao Min.
However, if Xiao Min hadn't distracted him, he would have been shocked by how attractive Yang Jiaqi was. The struggle wasn't very obvious in his cautious admiration for her. He had noticed it before, of course, it was hard not to be with her wearing tight-fitting yoga pants and a fitting vest, but he had always been interested in Xiao Min. This thought helped him with his current actions. He had been given a second chance and didn't want to take the risk.
"De Gea." she panted, gulping down some water from her bottle.
Luo Chong couldn't help but notice her throat swelling and contracting slightly as she swallowed her water. A few strands of her hair had already turned into sweat and soaked her shoulders, hugging her ponytail tightly. Luo Chong forced his eyes, she warned herself. It didn't help, but because of the shape she had thought of at that time, her eyes seemed frivolous, for some reason.
"How did it go?" he asked. Luo Chong scolded himself. He usually didn't like this, and even Xiao Min was able to stop himself from being inappropriate about what had happened to make their friendship endure over the course of the semester, although they were attracted to each other.
Yang Jiaqi grinned. "Not bad, the kind of time when you're covered in sweat.”
Luo Chong noticed beads of sweat forming on her throat. It trailed behind her neck and collarbone, and slid along her chest to her deep cleavage. Luo Chong tore off his eyes and quickly ran away, scolding himself for staring. She was Xiao Min's friend, Luo Chong. Stop Creeping. You want her to tell Xiao Min that you've been staring at her jade peak? This was definitely not a good relationship between them and the Germinal Organization. In the end, Luo Chong's eyes fell on her. Why was she always smiling like this? Luo Chong didn't know, but he quickly thought of something.
"Prepare for the party?" he asked.
"Yeah, what's going on? It's very sweet. I'm going to be preparing all day." she said.
Luo Chong laughed. "What do you want me to bring?" he asked.
Yang Jiaqi grinned. "Only for yourself and five bucks if you drink.”
"Cool, then I saw you there.”he said. Good, this was very good. It wasn't strange for him to be polite. Luo Chong congratulated himself.
"Yes, later," she answered.
He looked at her as she sauntered towards the leg machine. Sweat made her white singlet hug her graceful body, almost making Luo Chong think more guilt-induced thoughts. When he first met her, he didn't recognize her as Yang Jiaqi McClain, who went to his high school. She seemed familiar, but she had changed a lot in the past few years. She stopped dyeing her hair, and her dying color began to approach her natural color. More importantly, although she knew the field of eye painting, including his growth.
Luo Chong turned his eyes to the rain, his thoughts to Xiao Min. He didn't know if they would be linked again tonight, and the thought was very exciting. Her words had been in high spirits for a long time, and his sister had not been ignored. Jane had asked him what he had put the extra spring in his steps. He covered it up, she said with a smile. That was because she was home. She appreciated the lie, but didn't buy it, and had been trying to dig out the details for the past few days.
Yang Jiaqi arrived at the leg machine and went free. She began to work on her legs, ignoring the eyes that usually existed on her as she did her layered hip abduction, which involved spreading her leg width and her bending her inner thigh muscles to squeeze them back together. The motion drew the attention of some people around her that she should be doing bench presses at her age. It seemed like they spent most of their time talking about how to rip open what they wanted to get, rather than actually doing it.
Yang Jiaqi watched Luo Chong walk down the shower towards the gymnasium floor, remembering her conversation about him and Xiao Min a few days ago. She became affected by nostalgia, a smile creeping on her face as she remembered being detained with him. This had always been the only real interaction they had in high school. Yang Jiaqi didn't acknowledge Xiao Min, but she once had a deep and long-lasting crush on him.
Luo Chong was one of the few guys in high school, Yang Jiaqi, not just because of their different backgrounds, but because he was always playing the flute on Jenna's dates. Perhaps it was to make her more attractive to him so that he could last longer. It was a fantasy that she might not become a reality, which both made it safe and permitted the wish, perhaps one day. Her legs were burnt as she shut them off, and when they opened, she found her head going to a very dirty place, imaging, which was not the pad of the machine spreading her thighs, but Luo Chong's hands.
Surprised at the mischievousness of her own imagination, Yang Jiaqi was interrupted by her daydream and forced herself to focus on her exercise. When she lifted her heels, it was easy for her legs to have curly hair, which attracted the attention of the male diners. Under normal circumstances, it was difficult for Yang Jiaqi to notice that a man was staring at her. She had become so used to it that she just habitually ignored it. However, when they stared at her, they had lustful thoughts and desires towards her. She could not help but suspect that if Luo Chong looked at her in the same way, she would not be able to resist them.
This thought might have excited her, because she went to do her leg extension. When she did her set, she went back to the treadmill and calmed down. She was not just tired of washing. Yang Jiaqi stretched out her hand and retreated to the locker room. Her sweat glistened as she took off her training uniform. The thin cotton cloth wrapped tightly around her abdomen and back as she drew her body.
Yang Jiaqi threw her sweat-soaked clothes into her gym bag, along her legs, and attracted her yoga pants. Now, Yang Jiaqi drew her elastic underwear and sports bra over her, letting her hair roll loosely down her back. She felt strange and flustered, although she really didn't know why. Yang Jiaqi gulped down a bottle of water and wiped her mouth and the back of her hand.
This was Luo Chong. Yang Jiaqi didn't have a guy for a while, and her encounter with Luo Chong ignited her old beauty. For some reason, she was annoyed and hooked her fingers under her sports bra. Yang Jiaqi happily took a breath. Her heavy jade peaks were like a pair of sparkling fat dew dripping under the sunlight. The space between them was shiny and her sweat. Her cherry head stood up in pain, and the fleshy mound that stretched out was obscene.
Yang Jiaqi always had a bit of an open mind, sometimes at work, but this was an overall other level. She decided to take a bath at home, which was her usual routine, but she felt strongly excited. Yang Jiaqi pulled on a pair of underwear and socks, a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. She ignored her bra. No one could see her swollen cherry head and her winter coat.
The cold air didn't dampen her awakening as Yang Jiaqi had thought. She hurried through a parking lot, and when she was near the leak, she patched up the ice. Her athletic ability saved her as she reached her car, panting and flushed. Yang Jiaqi had no idea what it was. She rubbed her thighs together in her seat as she drove, drumming her fingers on the steering wheel while she wilfully turned all the lights green.
"Luo Zi." she said thoughtfully. He was here to attend a gala, so she would definitely see him. In high school, she wouldn't entertain the idea in her mind, but they didn't graduate from high school. She wasn't saying that he would detain an undeveloped girl. Most importantly, he was not dating anyone. It had become Yang Jiaqi and Xiao Min's attempt to set her up before she really thought that she would not be with Luo Chong. But now…
Yang Jiaqi sighed. This was not important. Luo Chong barely looked at her, even now. She got out of bed and took a shower. She decided to put aside her fantasies and prepare for the party.
The remaining days were slow, but the last few hours seemed to pass too quickly. As for what to wear, Luo Chong had so many thoughts. The last time was at night, where he went, and his first date with Jenna. He decided to keep it simple, a pair of dark blue jeans and a shirt, which was a deep red.
He shaved and combed his hair, and bought it for his 18th birthday with his parents watching. Then he waited a little more, surfing the internet, circling in his office chair, generally wasting time until it was time to go to Wayne and Yang Jiaqi's heads. He put on his leather jacket and set off.
"Hey, Wayne." Luo Chong said as his friend walked into his truck magnate.
" Luo Zi nodded politely," Wayne said. "Then, do you know where this party is?”
"Yeah, Yang Jiaqi's house. I saw it online.”he said.
" Cool," he replied.
He drew the seatbelt around his chest and grabbed the complicated Wayne residence. Luo Chong caught up with the two of them in his car. They did not talk because the parking lot of the apartment had already started before the Christmas holidays. As they approached Yang Jiaqi's house, Luo Chong became more and more nervous, but also excited. Wayne was talking about his exams, his English literature, which seemed weird to him, but very meaningful when you started talking about him. They were pulled out of the house and found that the car-lined road was full of lanes.
Luo Chong frowned. "Damn it, how many people are here for this matter?”
Wayne laughed. "This is a Yang Jiaqi party.”
Luo Chong's driving became slower and slower. As the two of them walked, the music came from the sound of the house growing.
"So, any words of wisdom?”Luo Chong asked his friend.
"Let others praise you, not your own mouth. An outsider, not your own lips.”Wayne replied after a short pause.
Luo Chong laughed. "Alright, I'll let you do the talking.”
"This is probably the best." Wayne replied.
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