If she is guilty.
Please send a bolt of lightning from the sky to strike her dead, rather than leaving that "poke" feature she set half a year ago and never changed, adding another layer of dust to her remaining dignity.
At this point, pretending to be asleep would seem a bit deliberate.
Wen Wanning felt so embarrassed her scalp went numb. After about half a minute, she gathered herself and typed a load of nonsense while clutching her phone: 【It was changed by the kid at home, I didn't even know.】
It was a pretty clumsy excuse, but her brain speed was limited in the middle of the night, and she couldn't think of anything better. She could only hope that Ling Ye wasn't interested in such childish tricks anyway and would let her off the hook.
LY: 【It's quite cute.】
Wen Wanning: 【?】
LY: 【The kid at home.】
She couldn't imagine his tone through the screen, but the two lines of text, complete with punctuation, were exactly like his always cold and indifferent face.
It was probably just a polite remark, nothing more.
Wen Wanning shook her head vigorously to shake off that inexplicable blush, then typed a few random words to end the conversation.
【This older sister is getting on in age and can't stay up late, so I'm going to sleep. You get some rest too.】
The reply came back quickly: 【Okay, goodnight.】
The chat ended there. Wen Wanning breathed a sigh of relief, thought for a moment, then clicked on that dark avatar and changed the nickname to "Ling Ye".
A second before exiting the chat window, a new bubble popped up on the left.
Wen Wanning glanced at it, pressed the lock button indignantly, and shoved the phone under her pillow.
Ling Ye: 【Goodnight to the kid as well.】
……
Who exactly is the kid? Is he ever going to let this go?
The director team set the wake-up time for eight o'clock, but Wen Wanning was used to waking up early. Her biological clock went off at six o'clock sharp, even more accurately than the alarm she set on her phone.
The homestay was still quiet. She didn't want to wake anyone else, so she walked down the stairs on tiptoe.
When she reached the corner of the stairs, the cameraman was carrying his equipment and fighting off sleep. He looked shocked, never expecting a guest to be up at this hour.
Wen Wanning waved slightly and mouthed the question, "Just me?"
She wasn't wearing makeup today, her small, fair face looking very plain. It took the cameraman two seconds to react, and he replied simply, "There's one more."
Before she could ask another question, there was a very soft sound. The front door was pushed open from the outside, and the figure of a young man walked in.
Ling Ye had changed into sportswear today: a gray sleeveless top and slightly loose, quick-drying shorts. They were very simple styles, yet he wore them very well.
The sunlight was filtered into pale golden strips by the blinds, shining on Ling Ye's face. His eyebrows and eyes were soaked with sweat, making them look even sharper and more imposing.
Wen Wanning was stunned for a moment, then greeted him quite naturally.
She wasn't very surprised to run into Ling Ye at this time.
This kid had a habit of long-distance running back then. His stamina and physical fitness were astonishing. Every morning, he would finish his ten-kilometer run without fail, then come home to do the housework and set out breakfast while waiting for her to wake up. He was disciplined and worry-free.
She just didn't expect that even after six years, this habit hadn't changed.
She walked down while Ling Ye walked up. When they bumped into each other at the stairs, Ling Ye stepped aside quite obviously.
Wen Wanning was caught off guard by his movement, "Did I step on your foot?"
"No," Ling Ye looked up at her and explained directly, "I'm covered in sweat and haven't washed up yet."
...He was actually quite polite.
She hadn't seen clearly just now, but after he reminded her, Wen Wanning noticed that the fabric of this men's sportswear was very thin. After being soaked in sweat, his muscle lines were faintly visible, and even his thighs had a shiny layer on them.
She hadn't been on a reality show before, so she wasn't sure how this would look on camera or if it could be broadcast.
In any case, to the naked eye, it was... very R-rated.
Wen Wanning didn't know where to look. After weighing her options, there wasn't a single safe place to land her gaze, so she could only pretend to be intently staring at the watch behind him.
"If you don't go out now, it'll be late. I'm heading out first."
As if sensing her direct gaze, Ling Ye tugged at his clothes slightly, "After you go out, head west. There's shade under the palm trees there, and the sand is flat. You can go there."
Wen Wanning turned her head in surprise to look at him, and Ling Ye was looking at her too. Wen Wanning looked into Ling Ye's eyes, but Ling Ye's gaze fell on the yoga mat strapped to her shoulder.
Wen Wanning understood; he had probably figured out what she wanted to do and was just offering a suggestion.
"Thank you, I'll go take a look in a moment."
Waking up, the little episode from yesterday seemed to have evaporated with the sunrise, but the pressure of reality was still far greater than anything online.
The space in the stairwell was narrow, and the overhead light wasn't on. Even though Ling Ye had stepped aside to clear the path, his tall frame still blocked most of the light.
...Being an adult really is different.
If Ling Ye had been this build six years ago, let alone ordering him to cook, mop, and do laundry, she would have had to think twice about whether to pick him up and bring him home.
Perhaps the atmosphere just now was too strange; after going downstairs, Wen Wanning still felt uncomfortable, as if someone were watching her.
She ran into Teacher Jiang Yun at the door, who was getting up to stretch. Feeling like she had met a savior, she didn't wait for a reaction and directly took her arm, heading west.
After about a ten-minute walk, they reached the palm tree grove.
Ling Ye hadn't lied to her. This grove grew on the shallow beach of the bay. The white sand was soft, and there were rope swings set up by a nearby resort hotel under the shade. It was quiet and empty at this hour of the morning, truly a great place to relax.
She turned on the small speaker and laid out the yoga mat. Jiang Yun tried to follow her movements for a while before becoming breathless.
Wen Wanning turned back and supported her, "Is the intensity too high? I'll adjust it, let's take it slow."
"No more, no more," Jiang Yun shook her head repeatedly and sat down in the shade, "I thought you were just practicing for fun, I didn't expect you to be so professional. How many years have you been learning?"
"I started practicing casually with my mom when I was ten," Wen Wanning drank some water, "After my debut, I took specialized classes and just kept at it. In terms of professionalism, it doesn't really count."
To Jiang Yun, these words sounded like excessive modesty.
Yoga might not look very intense, but it actually has very high requirements for flexibility and strength.
Wen Wanning had great balance and a strong core. At first glance, her limbs looked slender, as if she were a bit frail, but as soon as she moved, it was clear that her transitions between poses were incredibly smooth. She definitely wasn't just "starved thin."
In the morning sunlight, Wen Wanning had her black hair tied up in a simple bun. Her figure was perfectly proportioned, and her skin was so fair it seemed to glow.
She was already a great beauty, and combined with her graceful and sharp movements, the eye-catching effect was doubled.
Several tourists passing by early in the morning stopped. After watching for a while, they walked up in twos and threes to chat with Jiang Yun nearby.
Artists of the older generation generally had average English skills. Jiang Yun didn't understand and turned to her for help: "What are they saying?"
Wen Wanning chatted with them for a while and summarized, "They are guests from the resort hotel next door. They asked if I'm a fitness blogger or a coach, and they want to join in."
Jiang Yun: "And what did you say?"
Wen Wanning tilted her head, "I said no problem, but it costs money."
Jiang Yun was stunned. After realizing what she meant, she slowly gave Wen Wanning a thumbs up, "Brilliant."
That's why they say opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared.
They had spent the whole night worrying about how to make money from beach sports, and yet, just by going out for a walk, the path to wealth had opened up on its own.
There were five or six potential customers right now, but the conditions were rudimentary, and the only equipment was a mini speaker. After a quick discussion, Wen Wanning and Jiang Yun decided to hold a yoga class here at sunset. They would use the daytime to decorate the environment and, incidentally, advertise on-site.
Seeing that the director nearby didn't raise any objections, Jiang Yun had no concerns and took out her phone.
Xu Jiashu might be unreliable, but he was at least a member of their group, and they needed him to do the manual labor.
The call was on speakerphone. As soon as Xu Jiashu called out "Elder Sister," Jiang Yun quickly explained the situation and directly ordered him to go to the island's gym to borrow yoga mats.
There was silence on the other end for several seconds, followed by a sleepy nasal tone: "...Is this legal? Teaching a class right off the bat? I'm afraid someone will call us out for charging money without a certificate."
Wen Wanning had been listening from the side, "Are you talking about the international RYT200 yoga teacher certification, or the domestic yoga coach qualification?"
Jiang Yun saw that she seemed a bit troubled and was just about to comfort her with some platitudes about how "true masters are among the people" to smooth things over, when she heard her continue:
"I have both."
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