She was exhausted, her voice was soft, but her tone was extremely dignified.
Ji Yuting was instantly discouraged, and he lay on top of her resignedly, while his magnetic and deep voice was probing, "Honey, sleep for three hours. How about another one at twelve o'clock?"
Shengge: "..."
Her waist was so sore that it was about to break.
Ji Yuting, who had completely recovered from his illness and had not eaten meat for eleven months, was like a hungry wolf with inexhaustible food.
She regretted a little, why did she find such an energetic man to be her husband?
Is it too late to throw it out of the window now?
She thought depressedly that someone didn't get an answer, and the hands in the quilt became restless again, wandering around her skin.
"You're not tired at all?"
"Fortunately, I am tired and happy at the same time, with doubled happiness!" Ji Yuting took his face and rubbed her delicate cheeks.
Shengge ground her back molars. There was only endless fatigue in her mind, and she couldn't feel any happiness at all. In order to consume Ji Yuting's strong physical strength, she had an idea.
"Since Brother Yu is not tired, get out of bed and do at least five hundred and twenty push-ups, counting as you do."
Ji Yuting stroked her movements and froze slightly, "Why do you want to do five hundred and twenty?"
She remained calm and said, "To express your love for me, just think of it as giving me a small gift."
"..."
That's it. It's a small gift. Ji Yuting can't refuse it. Besides, for him, push-ups are not difficult.
He kissed Shengge on the cheek, quickly got out of bed, and neatly put on his pajamas.
With a strong and good-looking upper body, I put my arms on the carpet and did push-ups in a standard manner.
On the bed, the sound of music came lazily, "Remember to count."
The moment the words fell, Ji Yuting effortlessly shouted, "One."
"two."
"three."
"..."
Shengge fell asleep from exhaustion in the sound of his counting.
When she woke up again, she was awakened by Ji Yuting's counting voice again.
However, after barely catching up on her sleep for more than an hour, she felt much more comfortable. She half-leaned on the bedside and quietly looked at Ji Yuting who was doing push-ups on the carpet for a while.
"Three hundred and fifty-six."
Ji Yuting's voice was obviously not as crisp as it was at the beginning, and it was a little difficult.
His whole body was soaked in a thin layer of sweat, and many areas of the carpet beneath him were dyed darker by his sweat.
Shengge stopped, "Are you tired?"
Ji Yuting took a deep breath, raised his head and smiled at her, "It's not bad."
And he said it was okay. Is it okay if he likes this man so much?
The evil thought of punishing him suddenly arose in her heart. She supported her waist and got out of bed, pulled the nightgown on the coat rack and covered her beautiful body, leaving only the faint color of snow.
Then he walked towards Ji Yuting and sat cross-legged on his butt.
As a result, her whole body's weight rested on Ji Yuting.
After a night of strenuous exercise last night, plus more than 300 push-ups, Ji Yuting was actually tired. When Shengge sat up, his whole body visibly sank.
Shengge clasped her hands, like a meditating immortal, and stared at the back of his head, "Continue."
Ji Yuting gritted his teeth and continued to do push-ups, but he made no sound.
Shengge noticed with sharp eyes, "No more counting?"
He was slightly confused and asked: "How many did I just make?"
Three hundred and fifty six.
Shengge vaguely remembered hearing him reciting this number, but she slightly curled her lips and said, "How do I know? Since I forgot, let's start again."
"..."
Ji Yuting's back froze, this annoying fairy.
He simply lay down on the carpet and lied directly, accusing her falsely: "Shengsheng is so bad. She enslaved me and tortured me. I still want to save some energy and continue to eat meat at noon."
You are so tired, you still want to eat meat?
Shengge's face quickly turned gloomy, and she put her hands together and slapped his buttocks fiercely.