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"Don't stop right away. Take a few steps and observe carefully, otherwise problems may easily arise."

Jiang Che put one arm around her waist and the other on her arm, leading her slowly forward.

Su Qinghe clung to him, feeling utterly exhausted, her full breasts rising and falling slightly with her breath.

Sweat trickled down her forehead, slid across her cheeks, and dripped onto the back of Jiang Che's hand that was supporting her arm.

A small wet patch appeared on the back of her tracksuit, making it uncomfortable to stick to her skin.

After walking about thirty or forty meters, Su Qinghe's breathing finally calmed down enough for her to speak.

"What...what minutes and seconds?"

She looked up at Jiang Che, her eyes glistening with tears from the exertion she had just exerted, and the corners of her eyes were slightly red.

"Let me see, three minutes and forty-eight seconds, not bad."

Jiang Che showed her the stopwatch interface on his phone.

Su Qinghe glanced at the numbers on the screen, her brows immediately furrowed, and her lips pursed in displeasure.

"I've regressed so much... I used to be able to run for at least three minutes and twenty seconds."

Her tone was aggrieved, as if she was arguing with herself, or as if she was complaining to Jiang Che.

"Hey, you can't say that."

Jiang Che put his phone away and took a towel from the bench to wipe the sweat from her forehead.

The movements were gentle and careful; the towel wiped from the forehead to the temples, and then down the curve of the cheek to wipe away the sweat on the jawline.

"The last time you ran 3 minutes and 20 seconds was a year or two ago. You haven't had any systematic training for almost two years. A drop of half a minute is normal. You've already done very well."

Su Qinghe let him wipe her sweat, still hanging listlessly on him.

She had just run 800 meters with all her might, and now all her strength was drained, and her legs felt weak even when she stood up.

"I'm not convinced."

"If you're not convinced, then practice some more," Jiang Che said, draping a towel over the back of her neck to absorb the sweat. "Come on, walk around one more time to get rid of the lactic acid. I'll help you stretch your legs later."

Su Qinghe rested her chin on his shoulder and gave a muffled "hmm".

Jiang Che took her hand and led her slowly along the track.

Su Qinghe took a few steps, but her legs were still too weak, and she clung to Jiang Che's arm like a koala.

"A-Che".

"Um?"

"Do you think I should get up and go for a run every morning?" Su Qinghe rested her face on his shoulder, blinked at him, and said, "I'll cram for it before the last three days are up."

Jiang Che glanced at Su Qinghe, whose expression was more serious than ever before.

"Do you really want to practice?" Jiang Che asked.

"I want to practice." Su Qinghe nodded vigorously, her eyes showing a spirit of not giving up. "A score of 3 minutes and 48 seconds is too embarrassing. I can't run on the Peking University track with such a score."

"What if Ye Qingru's remaining followers see this and secretly laugh at me behind my back?"

Jiang Che couldn't help but laugh when he heard this.

Ye Qingru has been dismissed, so there are no remaining associates left.

But he found Su Qinghe's inexplicable competitiveness quite endearing.

"Okay, then I'll go for a run with you starting tomorrow." Jiang Che squeezed her fingers. "But you need to get a good rest tonight and recover your strength."

"Yes, I know." Su Qinghe nodded obediently.

The two ran the 800-meter run again, and this time Su Qinghe's breathing was noticeably more stable.

With Jiang Che's support, the two of them strolled around the track a few more times.

The soreness in Su Qinghe's legs subsided considerably, and at least she no longer trembled when walking.

Jiang Che then led her back to the bench, unscrewed the cap of a mineral water bottle, and handed it to her.

Su Qinghe took the water bottle, tilted her head back and drank a few mouthfuls. Water droplets overflowed from the corners of her mouth and trickled down her jawline and neck.

Jiang Che's gaze followed the water droplet a short distance downwards before discreetly returning to its original position.

"Come on, sit here, let me stretch your legs for you."

Su Qinghe obediently sat down on the bench and stretched out her legs.

Jiang Che squatted down in front of her, pressing one hand on her knee and the other hand on her calf, pressing it down.

Su Qinghe has beautiful legs; her calves are long and straight, and her ankles are slender. He can wrap his arm around hers with one hand.

Because of a lack of exercise, the muscles in my legs are not as firm as before, but the lines are still there, and they feel soft yet firm to the touch.

"Hiss—be gentle, be gentle." Su Qinghe gasped.

"Bear with it, your legs will be even more sore tomorrow if you don't stretch them out."

Jiang Che lightened the pressure on his hands a little, but still continued to press down little by little.

Su Qinghe bit her lip and endured it.

She looked down at Jiang Che, who was squatting in front of her.

The setting sun shone from the side onto the playground, casting a warm orange hue on his profile.

The way he lowered his eyes and focused on pressing her legs was really hard for her not to be moved.

Su Qinghe's heart skipped a beat.

Even though they've been together for so long, her heart still races because of Jiang Che's unintentional expression or gesture.

People would probably laugh at me if I told them this.

But Su Qinghe didn't care.

There was only one thing she cared about—

Will Jiang Che always treat her this well?

"Switch your leg." Jiang Che put her right leg down and patted her left knee.

Su Qinghe snapped out of her daze and obediently straightened her left leg.

Jiang Che repeated the previous actions, pressing on the knees, gripping the calves, and pressing down.

His technique was as skilled as that of a professional sports rehabilitation therapist.

"How do you even know this?" Su Qinghe couldn't help but ask.

"Grandpa taught me," Jiang Che said without looking up. "When I was little, he used to drag me to the compound to run with the veterans. If I didn't stretch after running, my grandpa would hit me with the sole of his shoe, saying that I wouldn't grow tall if I didn't stretch. I learned to do it over time."

Su Qinghe imagined the scene of the younger version of Jiang Che being chased all over the playground by the old man, and the corners of her mouth involuntarily turned up.

"Then I must thank Grandpa properly another day," Su Qinghe said, "for laying such a good foundation for your physical fitness."

"I'd better not, I'm afraid he might suddenly decide to drag me off to some grueling training again."

"Ah Che is so afraid of training? Then I'll have to have a good talk with Grandpa later and give him a chance to train you more."

"You murdered your husband?"

"No, it's just that you haven't been lasting as long lately. It must be because your physical condition has declined. You need to train more."

"..."

Jiang Che was speechless.

He was actually used to his girlfriend's behavior of turning black into yellow no matter what.

After massaging his legs, Jiang Che sat down next to Su Qinghe on the bench.

Su Qinghe leaned comfortably on Jiang Che's shoulder, taking the water bottle he offered and sipping it slowly.

After drinking for a while, Su Qinghe suddenly screwed on the bottle cap, sat up straight facing Jiang Che, and spoke with a very serious tone and expression.

"Ah Che, I've decided that starting tomorrow I'll get up early to exercise. I can't keep being so lazy."