Mu Xingfeng didn't go into details, but An Ran could imagine it. A grown man stretching his ligaments—it sounded excruciating.
Suddenly, with a sly look, she asked, "Have you ever stretched before?"
Mu Xingfeng's lips twitched noticeably, but he quickly recovered his composure, wrapping an arm around the girl's slender waist. "Darling, if you want to know, we can find an opportunity to test who's more flexible between us."
An Ran: "..."
Why did she feel like something was off about that comment? Was it really her imagination?
Over there, Lin Junyang watched Xiao Xiao execute a perfect split, and his face turned even paler, his lips trembling slightly. "Xiao Xiao, it's just a recital, do we really need to be this serious?"
