Meanwhile, the four girls on Yang Feng's side all had slightly flushed faces.
Yang Feng noticed that the four girls were staring at him like hooligans looking at a beautiful woman. Goosebumps rose on his fair skin. He swallowed hard and said:
"Why are you staring at me like that? I'm a little scared."
Xia Yumo blushed slightly and blurted out, "Six-pack abs."
The three girls next to him nodded in agreement.
"Heh... that's normal. You've all seen it before. So many foreign friends on this beach have six or even eight rings on them."
Yang Feng thought it was something else, waved his hand, and chuckled.
The four girls looked at each other, and it seemed true. It was mainly because Yang Feng's volleyball-playing move that had just happened was so cool, and it had touched their hearts. Especially now that the bright sunlight was shining on his face, he looked even more handsome.
"Yang Feng, I didn't expect you to be so good at volleyball."
Xia Yumo looked at Yang Feng with her sparkling eyes and thought to herself, "Why are you so outstanding? Not only are you a superb doctor with extraordinary martial arts skills, but you're also so good at volleyball."
At this moment, I was even more determined to win him over. How could I let such an outstanding guy get away?
A few minutes later, with a whistle from Teacher Zhou Keke, the second match began. This was a kind of challenge match, to see who could stand to the end on the beach volleyball court.
It's just for fun, not a real competition or award.
As long as you're happy.
Han Shilan and the other three girls were having a great time playing. Yang Feng watched them play in the sunlight with a faint smile on his face.
Just as the volleyball was heading towards Yang Feng again, Xia Yumo glanced at Yang Feng with her beautiful eyes, a clever idea popped into her head, and she pretended to run in that direction in a hurry. She stretched out her hands, deliberately failing to block the volleyball, twisted her foot, and fell in front of Yang Feng, landing on the beach.
"oops---"
When her skirt was lifted up, she was wearing safety shorts, so nothing private was exposed.
Yang Feng didn't really notice her actions. He had been watching Han Shilan, who was smiling sweetly, when he saw Xia Yumo fall in front of him. He quickly went over to help her up.
Then, she asked with a hint of concern, "Xia Yumo, are you alright?"
Cold sweat beaded on her forehead, and her face showed signs of pain. She said, "I twisted my ankle, it hurts so much!"
"Let me see." Yang Feng gently put her down, squatted down and gently lifted her little feet. Her delicate and rosy toes were painted with light pink nail polish and decorated with a cute little blue diamond.
Teacher Zhou Keke and the three women, Han Shilan, also came forward.
As Yang Feng touched the delicate little feet, a wicked thought unexpectedly arose in his heart. He took a deep breath, his eyes becoming more intense as he looked at the slightly swollen ankle.
"What happened?" Zhou Keke asked hurriedly, feeling a little sweaty. How could so many things happen while playing volleyball? If something went wrong, she would be responsible.
"It's nothing serious, just a slight sprain in her ankle," Yang Feng replied calmly.
"What should we do? We didn't bring any liniment for bruises. Maybe we should go to the hotel and ask?"
Han Shilan's tone also carried a hint of concern; deep down, she was still pure and kind-hearted, and hadn't thought that much about it.
Yang Feng nodded, and Han Shilan and the two girls next to her jogged towards the hotel.
"Yang Feng, why don't you carry Xia to the parasol area to rest? I'll ask another group of students to take your place."
Zhou Keke watched the three girls running towards the hotel, then turned to Yang Feng and said.
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Chapter 67 The Yang Family
"Okay, that's fine."
Yang Feng nodded, and with one hand helped Xia Yumo up, slowly standing up.
Xia Yumo first stepped onto the ground with one foot, while her other swollen little foot dangled slightly in the air. Feeling the strong arm around her waist, her pretty face flushed slightly, and she slowly hopped towards the place where she could rest under the parasol.
Halfway there, Xia Yumo frowned, her delicate face, which had been slightly flushed, turning as if smeared with crimson. She stopped abruptly, biting her pink lips tightly, and spoke with a hint of shyness:
"Yang Feng~ Could you please move your hand down a little? I...I..."
As she spoke, her delicate and refined face flushed crimson, as if it were about to bleed.
"Huh? What do you mean?" Yang Feng was still in a daze. He squeezed it with his large hand, intentionally or unintentionally, and felt something soft with a wonderful feel!
"Ah~"
Xia Yumo felt the hand still touching her chest and couldn't help but let out a soft cry, so shy that she wanted to disappear into the ground.
"Um... damn it!" Yang Feng's gaze fell on the palm of the hand, and he realized that his big hand was actually on that place. His face immediately turned red, and he hurriedly moved it down.
Xia Yumo breathed a slight sigh of relief, her face flushed, her heart pounding. She gave Yang Feng a coquettish glare, as if to say that his skin was thicker than a city wall, knowing full well that his hand was on her there, he still had to pinch her.
This was a misunderstanding. Yang Feng smiled wryly and helped Xia Yumo to the sun umbrella, where he helped her sit down. He then slowly squatted down and began to treat her ankle.
Actually, Yang Feng could have been treated with traditional Chinese medicine massage without needing to use liniment. However, adding liniment would have made it even more effective.
"Bear with it," Yang Feng said, and began to gently massage her swollen ankles in a rotating motion.