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Two slender hands rested on the large floor-to-ceiling window.

The fingertips were tinged with a faint pink, and the knuckles were slightly white from exertion.

The moonlight outside the window shone through the glass onto my hand, outlining a delicate beauty.

"Mo Chengyuan, is this where you do push-ups?"

Mo Chengyuan stood behind her, adjusting her posture while whispering instructions: "Bend your elbows a little more, keep your back straight, don't slouch."

He gently placed his palm on her waist and abdomen, feeling the delicate skin beneath his fingertips, and his voice softened unconsciously, "Yes, keep this position, take it slow."

Liu Yunshu couldn't help but turn around, looking at him with a questioning expression. "Why isn't this how push-ups are done on TV?"

Mo Chengyuan paused his fingertips on her waist and abdomen, feeling the skin beneath his hand tremble slightly, and chuckled softly.

"The ones on TV are standard push-ups. If you don't have enough stamina, start with kneeling push-ups and switch to kneeling ones once you get used to them."

As he spoke, he gently lifted her back with his fingertips, helping to straighten her slumped back. "Don't be lazy, just hang in there a little longer."

Liu Yunshu bit her lip, her elbows trembling slightly, but she still tried her best to keep her back straight.

The moonlight fell on her sweat-dampened bangs, giving them a shimmering glow. She secretly turned around and glared at Mo Chengyuan.

"It's all your fault! You insisted on making me practice this; my arm is about to break!"

Looking at her defiant yet aggrieved expression, Mo Chengyuan's smile deepened. He gently placed his palm on her waist and abdomen to help her maintain her posture.

"Hang in there a little longer, and I'll take you to eat the mango smoothie from the fridge after we're done."

"real?"

Liu Yunshu's eyes lit up instantly, and her trembling arms seemed to suddenly have strength, and even her back straightened up a bit.

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Mo Chengyan over there had just gotten up and went to exercise on the treadmill.

Looking at his exhausted younger brother, he breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed they were safe for the day.

He couldn't help but grin, showing off his bright white teeth, and happily took out his phone to send a voice message to his cronies.

"I'm in amazing form today! See you on the track later, the loser buys dinner!"

After saying that, he threw his phone on the bed and strode into the bathroom with an air of indifference.

The next second, strange singing came from the bathroom.

"We ordinary people, really, really... Holy crap! Here we go again!"

Mo Chengyan stared at the showerhead, now back to its peak, and fell silent.

Always this early, are you some kind of reincarnated teddy bear?!

Mo Chengyan stared at his uncontrollable body under the showerhead, and kicked the bathroom tiles in frustration. The sound of water mixed with his low breathing was particularly clear in the small space.

It took a long time for Mo Chengyan to come out of the bathroom, his face flushed with a mixture of satisfaction and embarrassment.

His hair was dripping wet, and he grabbed a towel to dry it in frustration.

His phone kept ringing incessantly on the bed, all messages from friends urging him to hurry up and get to the racetrack.

Mo Chengyan stared at the screen, irritably draped a towel over his shoulder, and typed rapidly: "Don't rush me, there's been a little trouble, I'll be there soon."

He grabbed a black hoodie, put it on, and walked out.

By the time he arrived at the track, his friends were already getting impatient.

"Brother Yan, if you don't come soon, we'll all think you've deserted your post!"

A boy with dyed blond hair patted him on the shoulder, but noticing that Mo Chengyan's complexion wasn't good, he asked again, "Are you alright? You look terrible."

Mo Chengyan waved his hand, pulled the helmet over his head, and said, "It's alright, let's get started. Don't try to renege on your bet if you lose."

The traffic light turned green again, and Mo Chengyan slammed on the gas pedal, sending the race car shooting off like an arrow.

The thrill of racing sent his adrenaline soaring, instantly banishing his previous irritability and strange feelings.

He gripped the steering wheel tightly, his eyes sharply fixed on the track ahead. Every gear shift and every drift was precise and ruthless, quickly leaving the other cars behind.

Cheers rose and fell along the track. Mo Chengyan watched the car silhouette gradually shrink in the rearview mirror, a smug smile playing on his lips.

The moment he crossed the finish line, Mo Chengyan slammed on the brakes, the tires screeching against the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

He took off his helmet, shook his sweat-dampened hair, and his face still showed the excitement of racing.

Lister, standing to the side, took off his helmet, punched Mo Chengyan on the shoulder with his fist, and said admiringly, "Well done, Brother Yan, you're even faster today!"

Liu Yang, the blond guy from before, came over and handed him a bottle of ice water: "Brother Yan, you were on fire today! Those drifts just now, my eyes were glued to them!"

Mo Chengyan took the water, tilted his head back and gulped down more than half the bottle. The icy liquid slid down his throat, finally suppressing the lingering heat in his body.

He wiped his mouth, raised an eyebrow, and said, "Nonsense, why would I need to hold back when comparing myself to you guys?"

The group of people jokingly walked towards the rest area.

Lister suddenly nudged Mo Chengyan's arm and winked, "Hey! Brother Yan, your suitor has arrived."

Mo Chengyan followed Liszt's gaze and saw a girl in a white dress standing by the railing not far away.

Clutching a bottle of water, she looked this way timidly.

It was Lin Weiwei, who had given him a towel when she came to the track last time.

His brows furrowed instantly, the smile on his face faded considerably, and his tone became impatient: "Stop stirring up trouble."

Lin Weiwei seemed to have mustered up her courage, carrying the water, and quickly walked over to him, stopping in front of him with flushed cheeks: "Young Master Mo, you were really good at the competition just now... This is for you."

Her hand trembled slightly as she handed him the water, her eyes filled with anticipation.

Mo Chengyan glanced at the bottle of water, but didn't take it. He simply said coldly, "No need, I have my own water."

As he spoke, he waved the ice water in his hand that he hadn't finished drinking, his aloofness in his tone undisguised.

Lin Weiwei's hand froze in mid-air, her face instantly turning pale, and the tips of her fingers gripping the water bottle turned white.

Liu Yang, who was standing nearby, couldn't stand it and quietly nudged Mo Chengyan's arm, whispering, "Brother Yan, the girl is just trying to win his heart..."

Mo Chengyan ignored him and turned to walk towards the rest area, leaving Lin Weiwei standing there, her eyes slowly reddening.

Lister sighed helplessly as he watched this scene, and stepped forward to hand Lin Weiwei a tissue.

"Don't take it to heart. He's just been in a bad mood lately; it's not directed at you."

Lin Weiwei took the tissue, wiped her eyes, and asked softly, "Does he...hate me?"

Lister scratched his head and mumbled, "No, that's just his personality; he's like that with everyone."

In his heart, he thought to himself: It's not just that I'm in a bad mood; lately, I've been acting like I'm possessed. Anyone who gets close to me gets a cold shoulder.

Mo Chengyan walked to the rest area, and as soon as he sat down, he took out his phone and, as if possessed, opened the chat box with Mo Chengyuan.

Mo Chengyan stared at the text he typed and deleted in the chat box, his fingertips hovering over the screen for a long time without falling.

I want to ask, "Are you really in a relationship?" but I feel that it's too direct, like prying into my privacy.

I wanted to ask, "Have you encountered anything strange lately?" but I was afraid that the icy guy would ask me a question that would leave me speechless.

He scratched his hair in frustration, threw his phone aside, and gulped down several mouthfuls of ice water from the table.

"Yan-ge, what are you daydreaming about?"

Liu Yang walked over with two bottles of energy drinks, handed him one, and said, "Lin Weiwei was just secretly watching you over there. She's a pretty girl, why were you so cold to her?"

Mo Chengyan twitched the corner of his mouth. "Not interested."

He then unscrewed the cap of the energy drink and took a big gulp.

"Brother Yan, what kind of girl do you like?" Liu Yang asked curiously.

Mo Chengyan said irritably, "None of your business. Hurry up and drink your beverage."

Liu Yang was met with a rebuff, but he wasn't angry. He just chuckled twice.

"I'm just concerned about you! You've been single for 25 years. If you don't find someone soon, you might end up spending your whole life with that ice-cold guy."

Mo Chengyan scoffed, "With my looks and qualifications, finding a partner would be a piece of cake!"

"That's true, but I think Lin Weiwei is quite nice, she looks so pitiful."

Mo Chengyan glanced at Liu Yang, who was still speaking up for Lin Weiwei, and rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Can being pitiful put food on the table? I'm not looking for a crybaby as a partner."

The suffocating feeling from those times inexplicably resurfaced in my mind, and I blurted out, "Her breasts aren't big enough!"

The moment those words were spoken, the rest area fell silent.

Liu Yang nearly spat out his drink, staring wide-eyed at Mo Chengyan: "Wait, Brother Yan, your standards are a bit too... direct, aren't they?"

Lister also came over, suppressing a laugh as he teased, "Not bad, Brother Yan, I didn't know you were so knowledgeable? You were pretending to be a pure, innocent bachelor before."

Mo Chengyan then realized what he had said, and the tips of his ears instantly turned red.

He abruptly turned his face away, grabbed the helmet from the table, and slammed it on his head, his voice muffled: "Stop talking nonsense! Are we going to compete again next round?"

He was internally panicking. Holy crap! His illustrious reputation was ruined!

"Compete! Why not compete!" Liu Yang's shoulders trembled as he suppressed a laugh, and he deliberately raised his voice.

"But Brother Yan, you have to keep your word. If you lose, besides treating everyone to dinner, you also have to honestly explain where you got your 'standard' from!"

Mo Chengyan abruptly stood up, his face beneath his helmet so dark it could drip water: "Enough nonsense, let's go!"

Pshaw! You'll be beating me in your next life!