"Come on, change positions."
"Aren't you ever tired?" Su Xinyan scolded in feigned anger, rolling her eyes attractively.
Fang Zhou gripped Su Xinyan's thigh, casually wiped the thin sheen of sweat from it with a towel, and then flipped her entire body over. The beautiful instructor's torso was now completely prone on the lounge chair. Her lovely legs were parted as she knelt, her alluring, peach-like hips arched high.
"Ah!" Su Xinyan let out a surprised, seductive cry.
As Fang Zhou moved, her previously propped-up torso fell back limply.
"Just bear with it, Instructor Xinyan. You're a little dehydrated."
Su Xinyan was naturally tall with a full figure. However, compared to Fang Zhou's powerful and well-built frame, she still appeared somewhat petite and delicate.
