Forced Pampering: Haughty Husband, Please Restrain Yourself

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?"

Xiao Xiao stood up, unusually serious. "Of course, we need to be serious. This is an event within your team, in front of the entire Nan’an Guard Team. Do you want to just go on stage and wiggle half-heartedly? Can you swallow your pride for that? I mean, you’re a squad leader, right? Leading dozens of team members under you—do you want those respected subordinates to see their admired leader flailing onstage? Let me tell you, Lin Junyang, if that’s the case, you’ll be dancing alone. I won’t take that disgrace."

Lin Junyang was exasperated by Xiao Xiao’s barrage of words, rubbing his temples impatiently. "Alright, alright, I’ll practice, no need to talk so much."

Been through it before, anyway, stretching isn’t something he hasn’t experienced.

Back then, he endured being forced into splits by three big guys—teammates and instructors alike. He couldn’t believe Xiao Xiao, just one girl, could be that strong.

Besides, his years of training weren’t in vain. He did daily stretches; he had loosened his ligaments long ago, though still slightly inferior to Xiao Xiao.

"I’ll go change clothes," Lin Junyang said, going downstairs.

Even though it was Mu Xingfeng’s house, after being friends with Mu Xingfeng for so many years, their builds were similar enough. He often wore Mu Xingfeng’s clothes. Shortly after, Lin Junyang returned, changed into sportswear.

Seeing Lin Junyang’s outfit, An Ran immediately got excited and nudged Mu Xingfeng, "Brother Yang’s getting serious now."

Mu Xingfeng squinted his eyes, his normally dark irises now carrying a rare playful smile. Holding her small hand, he remained silent.

An Ran noticed that Mu Xingfeng particularly enjoyed these small gestures now. When they were together, he would subtly take her hand in his, or place his arm around her shoulder or waist.

Initially, she thought he was the aloof, ascetic type, but now she realized he was covertly flirtatious.

Seeing Lin Junyang, Xiao Xiao’s eyes lit up as well. The ordinary black tight half-sleeve shirt perfectly hugged his upper body, the fluid lines of muscle on his arms seemingly brimming with power.

Xiao Xiao knew he had the type of body that looked slim in clothes but was muscular underneath.

Lin Junyang changed because he had shown up at Xiao Xiao’s place in formal trousers, and if he tried doing a split in those, he’d rip them for sure.

Now seeing Xiao Xiao’s gaze, his lips curled up slightly, "How about it? Do you think I’ve got the build for dancing?"

Xiao Xiao smacked her lips, touching the area below her nose to ensure no nosebleed, then said, "Not bad indeed, you’d probably make a top performer at a nightclub with that physique."