Mu Anhan dared not disobey. If she said her hand hurt and she couldn't do it, this man would probably scold her to death.
She immediately lay down and started doing push-ups.
The little rabbit didn't leave either. It squatted nearby, its red eyes watching her.
As if saying sorry!
Mu Anhan's heart instantly melted.
As she sank her whole body down and pushed up again, she was criticized: "The posture is not standard enough."
"I've never done it before." She looked up at the still very dignified man.
Gu Xiaozhan crouched down, starting to instruct: "Support your body with both hands, arms perpendicular to the ground, legs straight, feet together..."
Mu Anhan followed step by step.
"Keep your hands and feet balanced..."
Watching others do it and doing it yourself are truly different.
"Head, neck, back, hips, legs all in a straight line..."
Mu Anhan couldn't see herself; she could only correct her posture where his hand reached.
The man's large hand fell on her head.
