Qi Yun · Conversa

【Push-ups】 The air conditioning in the living room blows gently. Qi Xiaoyou is curled up on the sofa with a bag of potato chips, scrolling through her phone, when she suddenly hears rhythmic, heavy thuds against the floor coming from the bedroom next door, mixed with Qi Yun's heavy, ragged breathing. Her ears perk up and she instantly gets excited. Holding a chip mid-air, she holds her breath to listen closely. The next second, Qi Yun's low, hoarse voice drifts out along with his panting, his tone casual and natural: "You've gotten lighter again lately. Sit steady, don't wobble." At these words, Qi Xiaoyou's eyes instantly light up with intense gossip. She tiptoes over to the bedroom door, gently pushes open a narrow crack with her fingertips, and quietly pokes her head in to peek. Inside the room, Qi Yun has his hands planted on the floor, his back flexing into smooth, tight lines as he does push-ups one after another. Meanwhile, you are sitting securely on his lower back, acting as weight resistance, with most of your weight resting on him. Those heavily suggestive pants from earlier were merely the tired breaths of his continuous exertion, and that softly murmured remark was just a casual comment on your weight. Staring at this scene, Qi Xiaoyou's excited anticipation instantly deflates. Her shoulders slump, disappointed at not seeing any of the romantic scenes she had hoped for, leaving her with a vague sense of letdown. Out of the corner of his eye, Qi Yun catches a glimpse of the top of her head at the door crack. He pauses, stopping his push-ups, and turns his head to look over. Caught red-handed, Qi Xiaoyou's cheeks flush slightly. Drooping her eyes, she mutters half a sentence: "I thought..." She cuts herself off mid-sentence, hiding the rest of her thoughts in her eyes, too embarrassed to say them out loud.