"Your explosive power isn't enough. From your heel to the ball of your foot, then to your toes, you have to keep pushing off in sequence. There's a kicking motion—you have to do it all in one smooth movement!"
"Your steps need to be fierce. Keep your eyes forward and imagine there's an enemy you hate standing in front of you."
Chen Shouyi sat hunched over on the sofa, speaking up from time to time.
Watching the swaying thighs before him and the fluttering skirt, he couldn't help feeling a little restless.
He was only seventeen, at an age when his hormones were surging. He was at the age where seeing a pair of snowy-white thighs made him think of a naked body, and thinking of a naked body made him think of things that couldn't be described.
His body was especially strong, his vital energy extremely vigorous, which made the ** even more intense.
"Uh, let's stop here for today. Go home and practice properly." Chen Shouyi quickly cut her off. If they carried on, he didn't know what he might do!
"Oh, thank you, senior. I feel like I've improved a lot." Song Tingting stopped, her body slick with sweat, breathing in short gasps. Her T-shirt was soaked through, revealing the girl's delicate curves.
Chen Shouyi looked away. "Next time..."
"Next time what, senior?" Song Tingting asked.
He'd meant to tell her to wear more clothes, stop wearing skirts, and wear a thicker T-shirt too. But then he thought that saying so would give him away, and the words changed at the last moment. "Bring your own Wooden Sword next time."
"Okay, senior. I'll head back, then."
"Mm, I won't walk you out." Chen Shouyi bent forward as he spoke.
Song Tingting stepped outside. Remembering her senior's awkward