Betting on Dogs

Actually, it was not considered torture. At most, it was troublesome. How comfortable would it be to wake up early in the morning, make a cup of tea, and curl up on the sofa?

Wasn't that better than yoga?!

Meanwhile, Ye Xin was still lying on the ground, unable to recover from the shock. Ye Xuan's breathtaking actions kept replaying in her mind.

No matter what, she could not understand how this little guy's body grew. His ligaments were like rubber bands that could extend and contract freely.

"No! It's a pity that he doesn't practice martial arts with his body! I have to think of a way to trick this young brat into practicing martial arts…"

Ye Xin thought to herself and walked to the dining table absent-mindedly.

As soon as she sat down, she heard Ye Wan's calm tone.

"Hey, Third Sister, why haven't you changed your clothes? Aren't you going to the association today? Are you resting at home?"