Li Zhi was squatting, struggling to catch her breath.
Sweat beaded on her forehead and neck. Her damp ponytail clung to her skin, quivering with each rapid breath.
Shen Yuan suddenly leaned in close, the scent of citrus mingling with the warm vapor from her sweat washing over him.
At this distance, Shen Yuan could see a bead of sweat snake its way down her neck, trickling toward the hollow of her collarbone.
"Getting a little weak there, Young Master Li."
He deliberately drew out his words, his fingertip poking her trembling shoulder.
Her clothes were soaked through with sweat, and even through the thin fabric, he could feel the heat radiating from her skin.
Li Zhi glared up at Shen Yuan. Tiny beads of sweat clinging to her eyelashes caught the light, sparkling like crushed diamonds.
Before she could speak, a drop of sweat fell with a SPLAT onto the strings of the racket Shen Yuan was waving in front of her face.
"I haven't been working out enough. I can't beat you anymore."
