Red Sister ran a fitness club and knew yoga quite well. "I practice it too," she said.
"Your method... ahem, might not compare to the royal secret technique," Feng Jun tactfully implied. "That one works better."
"You know yoga too?" Red Sister found it hard to believe him.
But since she had already decided to enjoy the night, she was no longer going to put on airs. The little bastard was right—life was short.
Still, she felt that if they were going to practice yoga, he had to listen to her. If the method was wrong, it could harm the body.
Only then did she discover in surprise that the little bastard... had actually pulled out a stack of printouts?
What she had not expected was that once they started practicing yoga, they simply... could not stop.
By the time they stopped, two hours had passed. She shoved him away and strode energetically into the bathroom.
Half an hour later, Red Sister emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a large bath towel, her wet hair draped over her shoulders.
She glanced at Feng Jun and bluntly asked, "You showered too?"
Feng Jun was also wrapped in a bath towel, sitting on the sofa and smoking contentedly. "Yeah. I showered next door. You locked the door from the inside... I wanted to shower with you, but I was half a second too late."
Red Sister's social instincts kicked in. She did not ask about next door at all. Walking over, she bent down and plucked the cigarette from his hand, then sat on the sofa opposite him and began puffing away. "That yoga of yours... good stuff!"
"Of course it's good stuff. Otherwise, why would I share it with you, Red Sister?" Feng Jun smiled, picked up another cigarette, and lit