Fu Yunzou looked at the bright red packaging. He almost spoke, but when he met Yuan Xi’s sparkling eyes, he couldn’t bring himself to say anything.

He cleared his throat, his gaze shifting elsewhere. “Ahem, I’m fine, no need for that. When do you plan to give the gift to Yu Fei?”

Yuan Xi tilted his head in thought. “Maybe after lunch. I’ll deliver the lunch boxes and bring him the gift then. Actually, I’ve been curious to see what it’s like when the trainees practice. That day really wore me out!”

As Fu Yunzou thought about the day Yuan Xi had been carried upstairs, looking so miserable, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

But in the next moment, he quickly wiped the smile away.

Although Yuan Xi’s little expressions were adorable, being carried by someone still wasn’t a pleasant experience.

“Alright, head back to the office first. Give the items to Yu Fei privately, there’s quite a lot there–it wouldn’t look good if someone saw.”

Unaware that he had just been spared, Yu Fei sneezed in the training room.

After lunch, Yuan Xi arrived at the trainees’ training room, carrying the items. Thanks to the events of the other day, nearly everyone knew Yuan Xi’s identity, so this time no one mistook him for a trainee.

The training rooms were few, and each had its own specialty. After confirming with Director Li which class Yu Fei was in, Yuan Xi headed directly to the room.

Yu Fei was in a dance class, specifically street dance. He had a solid foundation in this style, so he didn’t need to work on flexibility.

As Yuan Xi reached the door, he saw the trainees inside practicing their moves, sweat glistening on every one of their foreheads.

The outfits for dancing were loose to ensure comfort during movement, allowing them to train without feeling restricted.

Yuan Xi stood at the door, watching the young men practice, his gaze inevitably drifting to their abs that were occasionally visible.

Each of the trainees had firm abdominal muscles. Though the lines weren’t extremely defined, the shape was still noticeable. Yuan Xi couldn’t help but lower his gaze and pinch his own soft belly, feeling the lack of any abs.

Yuan Xi couldn’t help but pout. He wanted abs too.

After standing by the door for about twenty minutes, the people inside the training room began to take a break. Yuan Xi, still at the door, waved cheerfully at Yu Fei with his bright expression.

When Yu Fei saw Yuan Xi, he froze for a moment. After hesitating for a few minutes, he walked over to the teacher and asked for leave.

As soon as Yu Fei stepped out, he was handed a pile of items. Yuan Xi, standing next to him, chattered nonstop. “These are for you as a thank-you for last time when you helped me back to the office. I know you’re a trainee, so I figured you must be strict about your figure, so I didn’t buy any food or drinks. I didn’t know what else you might need, so I got you some practical things instead.”

Yu Fei paused for a moment, then glanced at the items in the gift box—thermos, red dates and goji berries, thermal underwear, a thermos…

For a brief moment, Yu Fei started to wonder if carrying Yuan Xi upstairs had been a mistake.

Seeing Yuan Xi’s sincere expression, Yu Fei silently accepted the gift and said seriously. “It was nothing. And, thank you.”

Yuan Xi waved his hand nonchalantly, a silly grin on his face. His eyes were a little shy as he looked at Yu Fei, his gaze flickering away. Yu Fei, puzzled, couldn’t quite understand what was going on with Yuan Xi.

“Um, um… can I… touch your abs?”

Yuan Xi secretly watched Yu Fei’s expression, quietly asking in a soft voice.

Yu Fei: “…”

“Sure.” Yu Fei nodded with a deadpan expression, then lifted his shirt.

Among the trainees in the room, Yu Fei’s abs were the most defined and the clearest. After taking a close look, Yuan Xi could count about four clear blocks of muscle on Yu Fei’s abdomen.

It looked like a six-pack at first, but only four of them were distinct, while the other two were still faint, just beginning to take shape.

Yuan Xi couldn’t help but reach out and touch the firm muscles, enjoying the hard, defined feel under his fingers.

After a few light touches, Yuan Xi quickly withdrew his hand, reminding himself that he wasn’t very close with Yu Fei, and since he viewed him like a “male idol,” he couldn’t go too far.

Reluctantly glancing at the abs one last time, Yuan Xi forced himself to pull his gaze away.

“Alright, you should get back to training. I need to get back to work, too. Uh… your abs are really nice.”

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Author has something to say: Yuan Xi: How does it look, giving these gifts? Is it okay?
Fu Yunzou: Is Xiao Xi implying that I’m getting old?