When the ga started again, Asher Land stood right next to her.
"Why... why are you on my team?" she asked confusedly.
"Seeing you’re getting knocked silly by the ball, I’m here to help you, silly woman." He chuckled softly.
"You’re the silly one!" Sophie Smith retorted, not in the best of moods.
However, the impact was imdiate once Asher switched over.
Whenever the opponent’s ball was aid in Sophie’s direction, he would rush over like lightning, diving to catch the ball, leaving her utterly dumbfounded.
Whenever the ball landed in her direction, he would always appear in front of her right on ti.
In the second half of the ga, Sophie was like a bystander, simply staying obediently behind him was enough.
His defensive counterattack skills were strong too. Whenever there was a chance, he would spike the ball so unexpectedly that the opponent couldn’t react.
By the ga’s end, Asher had miraculously turned the score around for them.
She had never seen Asher like this on the court before.
It was like eting him for the first ti, her face full of admiration for him, just like an ordinary girl.
Indeed, many girls can’t help but be smitten by Asher’s good looks.
Around them, rounds of applause and cheers erupted as if celebrating their perfect coback.
Sophie curved her lips into a smile, holding onto Asher’s arm, and walked away from the beach under envious gazes.
After exercising, to help her completely relax her mind and body, he took her for a SPA session at a spa center with a great environnt, nestled within the original forest, featuring floor-to-ceiling windows through which one could see the lush greenery outside.
Sophie felt much more comfortable after almost being exhausted by Asher last night.
...
By the ti they returned to the hotel, it was already night.
She lay sowhat tiredly on the soft big bed, seeing her lazy appearance, Asher smirked wryly.
"Asher Land, co over and give a shoulder rub, it hurts..." she deliberately pouted a little, bossing him around.
In front of him, relying on his dote, she had beco more and more willful.
She herself noticed this, but for so reason, she just couldn’t change it, she depended on him more and more.
She lay face down on the bed, his big hands rhythmically kneading her shoulders, and she luxuriously closed her eyes.
After massaging for a long ti, Asher still showed no sign of impatience, yet she was starting to feel a bit embarrassed.
"Co on, you lie down, I’ll rub you a bit too."
Asher said it wasn’t necessary, but she insisted; she wasn’t the type to take advantage of others.
Asher mimicked his earlier posture, hugging a pillow, and lay face down on the bed.
Perhaps because Asher’s muscles were too firm, after just a while, Sophie’s small hands started to ache.
"Didn’t you eat? Your strength is so weak?"
Yet, Young Master Land still kept complaining about her massage skill and pressure, her soft hands on his shoulders feeling no different than a kitten’s pawing.
"A little more pressure..."
More pressure?
That was already her maximum strength, okay?
But if he wanted more pressure, she’d grant his wish then.
"Asher Land, don’t whine if it hurts later when I apply more strength." She kindly reminded him.
"With your small fra, how strong can your pressure be?"
Contempt, blatant contempt for her!
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