The girl was utterly disappointed and cast a hostile glance at Liang Anya.

The other female trainees, seeing this, also dispersed.

"Who wants to do yoga with you?" Liang Anya reacted and tried to pull her arms out of his grasp.

But she couldn’t pull them out.

Tried again.

Still couldn’t pull them out!

His palms were like firm blades, clasping her wrists tightly, immovable, his gaze challenging and persistent, unwilling to let go.

She was furious.

The yoga music softened, and the yoga instructor’s voice came through, "Anya, what’s wrong? Is there an issue?"

With everyone’s eyes on her, she gritted her teeth and could only shake her head, "No problem!"

The yoga instructor indicated, "Okay. Then let’s begin. For the Chair Pose, we need the taller one in a pair to bend their knees and legs to form a chair, while the shorter trainee will sit on the ’chair’s’ lap."

The trainees followed the instructor’s guidance and began executing the pose one by one.

Si Yuheng assumed the chair position, his gaze tilting slightly, signaling her to hurry up.

She looked around, everyone else had assumed their positions, leaving only her; she had to turn her back, treating him as a chair, slowly lowering her body to sit suspended on his thighs.

Si Yuheng glanced 45° downward, the tight yoga outfit outlined her pert hips, resembling two round, adorable buns, and his eyes couldn’t help but heat up a bit.

She also felt the ambiguity of the pose, with just a centimeter away, her hips could lightly touch the root of his thigh...

Damn, what kind of yoga pose is this, it’s too lewd!

It’s indeed a yoga pose suitable only for couples to add some spice!

She restrained her blushing and ears reddening.

This pose requires coordination and endurance of both, needing to maintain the fixed chair position suspended for a minute.

What looks like a simple pose is challenging to sustain.

In under thirty seconds, Liang Anya’s legs started trembling, struggling to hold on.

He tilted slightly forward, whispering a low suggestion in her ear: "You can sit on my lap."

In your dreams! She was too lazy to respond to him, continuing to hold on, with some defiance.

She had been practicing yoga since college, not a veteran, but she had some basic skills.

He, clearly, had never attended a yoga class, yet his stamina and endurance were far superior, not even gasping for breath by now.

Heaven is truly unfair!

Seeing her refusal, Si Yuheng didn’t force but intentionally leaned forward a bit, just brushing against her earlobe.

The deep, warm breath made her ear itch.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

The remaining thirty seconds felt like years.

He watched as the skin of her ears and the nape of her neck flushed a crimson hue under his breath, like she had been drinking, nearly transparent red, with a mischievous thought, his eyes revealing a wicked gleam, his lips approaching, enveloping her small ear tip, tasting her long-lost sweetness.

She was startled, suddenly losing her composure, like someone in practice being disrupted, unable to hold on, falling backward entirely.

"Thud!"

The two of them fell to the ground together!

The yoga room floor was cold, hard solid wood, the yoga mat was on the side, at some distance; this fall could leave a scar!

At the instant of close contact with the ground, Liang Anya instinctively clutched Si Yuheng’s neck tightly, burying her face into his embrace!

In the classroom, the yoga instructor and trainees all looked over simultaneously, seeing Liang Anya lying on top of the mixed-blood man, immediately starting to discuss quietly, with envy and jealousy.

"I didn’t expect you to be such a sweetheart~"

He gazed at the woman holding him with a lazy mischief, his exceedingly handsome face displaying a look of being taken advantage of.

She wanted to prop herself up on the floor, but he pressed down on half of her arm, unable to get up, annoyed, "Si Yuheng! Get up! Did flowers grow on the floor? So unwilling to part?"

Si Yuheng braced his elbows on the floor and sat up.

She also rolled and climbed off of him.

The warm, fragrant scent left by the woman lingered on him, unable to dissipate, he squinted his eyes, suppressing the urge to settle this woman on the spot.

After the yoga class, Liang Anya didn’t bother to stay another minute, went to the shower, changed her clothes, and prepared to leave the gym quickly.

As she just stepped out of the women’s shower, her pace halted abruptly! Quickly ducking back!

Si Yuheng had already showered and changed faster than her, waiting outside the women’s shower!

Her eyes darted, luckily, she grabbed a passing cleaner aunt, exiting through the small staff passage door in the women’s shower.

...

Exiting the building where the gym was located, she breathed a sigh of relief!

Her gaze landed on a familiar car in the parking lot, Si Yuheng’s vehicle in A City.

Thinking about what happened in the yoga room, she was still angry; a sly glint appeared on her lips, she quickly checked around, seeing no one, she swiftly bought a box of drawing pins from a nearby stationery store, walked briskly to his car, and scattered the pins under the tires.

Done!

She tossed the box into the trash can, feeling completely at ease.

When he comes out to find flat tires, he won’t be able to keep up with her!

Reaching the road, she hailed a taxi.

As she got in, she saw through the rearview mirror that the man was striding out, just in time to see her getting into the taxi, his face turning livid as he cursed, quickly jumping into his vehicle.

As expected, his car had just turned around, then quickly came to a halt with a screech!

It was obvious, the tires were flat!

"Hahaha—"

Liang Anya, even though she couldn’t see his expression at this moment, knew he must be fuming, laughing and rolling in the backseat of the taxi.

That’s what you get for following me!

Obediently go fix your tires, Hall Master Si!

*

By the time she got to the entrance of her residential area, it was already late.

Liang Anya paid the fare, got out of the car, and walked toward the neighborhood gate with a refreshed spirit.

A screeching "squeak" from the tires was particularly piercing in the quiet dusk.

She instinctively looked back and saw a black SUV stopping in front of her.

The car door was opened with a rustle!

The man who got out had distinctly Western skin and hair, with a gloomy face, walking straight towards her.

He looked like he was from the same country as the people from Beiming Hall...

Is he Si Yuheng’s subordinate?

"Miss Liang, is it." The man asked coldly in Chinese.

Although he was asking her, he was obviously certain of her identity, not allowing her any chance to argue.

"Who are you?" Liang Anya warily took a few steps back.

The man said, "Please come with me, Miss Liang."

"Why, why should I go with you?" Liang Anya felt a sense of foreboding, turned to leave but hadn’t taken a step, the man had already approached, restraining her arms with one hand, and took out a handkerchief with the other, stuffing it into her mouth, quickly stifling her screams and struggles, dragging her into the vehicle!

*

Ten o’clock at night.

Anya still hadn’t returned home.

"Xiaojue, have you called your sister?" Liang Tao, after taking Xiaoxiao back to her room, came out to look at the clock and frowned at his son.