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Zhao Yang left the gym lobby, feeling a bit agitated. His unexpected encounter with Tang Yuan had left him uncomfortable, and the awkward atmosphere seemed to linger around him, refusing to dissipate. He irritably ran his fingers through his hair, cursing his bad luck for running into her at such a moment.
"Zhao Yang, wait up!" Zhu Fang's voice called out from behind, as clear and melodious as a silver bell, instantly pulling Zhao Yang back from his thoughts. She hurried to catch up with him, her breath slightly quickened. "You still haven't decided whether to sign up for personal training sessions."
Zhao Yang turned around and met Zhu Fang's gaze, her eyes filled with warmth. They were as clear as Qiu Shui, yet held an almost imperceptible spark of heat. Her cheeks were flushed from the brisk pace, resembling the vibrant Spring Peach Blossom. The rise and fall of her chest with each breath made her even more alluring, and the curves accentuated by her fitted workout attire made Zhao Yang swallow hard.
"How about we go to the Private Training Room and chat?" Zhu Fang bit her lower lip lightly, leaving a faint mark on her red lips. A glint of mischief flashed in her eyes, reminiscent of a cunning little fox. "I can give you a detailed introduction to the training plan."
Zhao Yang raised an eyebrow; he could sense that there was more to Zhu Fang's words than met the eye. The hidden implications behind her speech stirred something within him. This woman clearly had an interest in him, and with that devilish figure and angelic face, it was hard not to be captivated.
"Sure, I’d like to know more," Zhao Yang replied with a playful smirk, his eyes glinting with intrigue.
Zhu Fang led Zhao Yang into the Private Training Room and gently closed the door behind them with a soft click, as if sealing them off from the outside world. The room was small but cozy; one wall was a Floor Mirror that reflected their figures clearly. On the other side stood a wide massage table covered with a soft blanket that emitted a faint lavender scent.
"I'll demonstrate some basic movements first," Zhu Fang said, intentionally bending down to adjust the Yoga Mat. Her fitted leggings hugged her curves perfectly, presenting an enticing view that resembled a ripe peach, glistening invitingly. The perfect outline left Zhao Yang unable to tear his gaze away.
Zhao Yang felt his throat tighten; he could sense a warmth rising in his lower abdomen as heat coursed through his body. Zhu Fang's pose was far too tempting, leading his thoughts astray and conjuring various alluring images in his mind.
"Come stand here," Zhu Fang straightened up with a lazy allure, taking Zhao Yang's arm and guiding him in front of the Floor Mirror. "I'll teach you the correct posture." Her fingers lightly brushed against Zhao Yang's arm, sending tingles through him.
She pressed herself against Zhao Yang from behind, her soft body snug against his back like warm jade, causing his heart to race uncontrollably. Her hands rested on his waist, and her warm breath brushed against the back of his neck like feathers—soft yet carrying an undeniable heat. Zhao Yang could distinctly feel her softness pressing against him; that sensation made his heart pound as if it were about to leap from his chest.
"Relax a bit..." Zhu Fang's voice was laced with seduction, whispering in Zhao Yang's ear as her palm slid up along his waistline and rested on his chest. "Your muscles are too tense."
Zhao Yang caught a glimpse of Zhu Fang's alluring expression in the mirror. Her eyes sparkled with a teasing glint, reminiscent of twinkling stars in the night sky—mysterious and profound. A faint smile lingered on her lips, blooming like a vibrant rose, captivating and enchanting. This woman was nothing short of a siren, exuding a deadly allure with every gesture, each movement laced with seduction.
"Coach, your demonstration seems a bit too intimate," Zhao Yang turned to face Zhu Fang, locking eyes with her. His voice was slightly hoarse, tinged with suppressed desire.
"What's wrong? Are you scared?" Zhu Fang giggled, her laughter as clear as silver bells. She traced circles on Zhao Yang's chest with her finger, playful like a mischievous sprite. "I thought you were a man."
Her words were an unabashed provocation, pouring gasoline on the fire of Zhao Yang's desire. His gaze darkened as he suddenly pushed Zhu Fang against the wall with a soft thud, his hands framing her face and trapping her between himself and the wall, creating an enclosed space.
"You’re playing with fire," Zhao Yang's voice was low and dangerous, like a volcano on the brink of eruption, brimming with repressed energy.
"Then let it burn," Zhu Fang challenged him, her eyes filled with longing. She rose onto her toes and kissed Zhao Yang passionately.
The kiss was sudden and fervent, like a storm—intense yet laced with tenderness. Zhao Yang momentarily froze before responding fervently, igniting like dry tinder catching flame. Zhu Fang's lips were soft and sweet, tinged with a hint of strawberry flavor that was utterly irresistible, drawing him deeper into bliss.
Zhao Yang's hands instinctively slid to Zhu Fang's waist, feeling her slender figure—soft as willow yet resilient. Zhu Fang wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself against him like a vine entwining around his body.
Their breaths quickened, echoing like bellows in the air thick with tension and desire, enveloping them in an intimate haze. Zhu Fang's fingers tangled in Zhao Yang's hair, gently teasing him, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through his body.
Suddenly, footsteps and voices echoed from outside the door like thunderclaps, jolting them from their trance. They quickly pulled apart; Zhu Fang hastily adjusted her disheveled clothing, a blush painting her cheeks like the evening sky at sunset.
"Let's call it a day," Zhu Fang licked her slightly swollen lips, her eyes sparkling with unfulfilled desire. "Tomorrow at this time, we’ll continue... our private lesson."
Zhao Yang watched as Zhu Fang’s enchanting silhouette disappeared behind the door. He took a deep breath to steady his racing heart, which pounded like a drum in his ears. He knew this woman was anything but ordinary—a mystery wrapped in allure. Yet at that moment, he found himself completely ensnared by her charm, like a moth drawn to the flame without hesitation.
Outside the door, Zhu Fang's lips curled into a triumphant smile, exuding confidence and charm like a goddess of victory. The first step of her plan had succeeded; next, it was time for this arrogant man to truly taste the flavor of desire.
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