Luo Ye's face flushed slightly, but his body remained perfectly still, letting Senior Sister Su's hand rest on his abdomen.
Being touched by Senior Sister Su felt tingly and numb.
But Senior Sister Su wanted abs?
Wasn't that a little too greedy?
Luo Ye wore a mischievous grin and whispered to Su Baizhou, "Greedy little kitty."
Hearing that, Su Baizhou withdrew her hand and said evenly, "The way you talk is becoming more and more..."
"More and more what?"
"Cute."
Su Baizhou said it beside Luo Ye's ear.
He froze slightly.
Senior Sister Su was getting better and better at wrapping him around her finger too.
Just then, Shen Qiao caught up with Wang Dachui.
Shen Qiao crossed the finish line, then collapsed to the ground in exhaustion.
Wang Dachui crossed the finish line too, collapsing beside Shen Qiao.
Anyone who saw that scene would have sighed, This is love.
Luo Ye did not know what happened afterward. He had already taken Senior Sister Su back to the Family Building.
Although the Sports Meet events had ended for the day, even more people were jogging around the track that evening.
Sharpening the spear before battle might not make it fast, but it would at least make it shine. Determined to win tomorrow's events, some people trained like mad that night.
Then they were wrecked the next day, with sore backs, aching legs, and muscle cramps, forced to run through the pain.
The next day's events were all finals, along with long-distance races and field events other than running.
Such as shot put.
Luo Ye was currently standing among the participants in the third-year shot put competition.
He did not really understand why he was competing in this event.
Not just him—everyone from Dorm 515 was in it. However, Wang Dachui