"Arm, upper arm..." Park Ji-hoon shouted softly while shaking his right arm.

Boxing is not only about training strength, but also requires flexibility. Moreover, he also likes to swim. Although his body flexibility is not very good, it is not bad either. Otherwise, it is impossible to directly link the two hands behind his back.

However, the body accumulated too much fatigue and was not prepared, which resulted in cramps in the upper arm.

"Clench your fists, bend your shoulders with your forearm, then stretch your arms and palms, repeating all the time!" Park Min-ah and Zheng Yan'er learned a lot of first aid knowledge that may be used in daily life and responded very quickly.

Park Ji-hoon followed the advice and after repeated several times, the symptoms of cramps were finally alleviated.

"Brother should have a good rest!" Park Min-ah then helped him massage his right arm gently and said softly.

"Yeah." Park Ji-hoon replied, "This work ends."

Although I usually pay attention to food supplements and have unique conditions, it cannot replace rest and exercise. I haven't exercised for a long time and no longer have the body that could easily travel around the Han River.

"Okay, hurry up and wrap it in the quilt!" After saying that, Park Ji-hoon pulled back his arm and said to Park Min-ah. She was afraid of heat. She wore summer pajamas and pajamas. She had just woken up and was prone to catch a cold.

"Hehe..." Park Min-ah laughed, then retracted back to the sofa, wrapped the quilt, and only exposed her head and arms.

Park Ji-hoon helped her bring the soup to her hand.

"Brother, don't eat too much." Park Min-ah did not forget to remind her.

"I won't eat this after eating it." Park Ji-hoon picked up the half-eat pot sticker and said with a very determined expression. For those who like food, controlling their appetites in their mouths is no easier than letting Park Min-ah persist in exercise.

"Eat again in the morning!" Park Min-ah said with laughter and cry.

Like a child!

"I'll go take a shower first." Park Ji-hoon ate the pot stickers and duck soup in a few bites, and stood up and said.

Park Min-ah blinked, trying to say something but didn't say anything.

Sure enough, in just over ten minutes, Park Ji-hoon changed into a autumn dress and a long pants, held the quilt, and returned to the living room with something in his hand.

The lights were not turned off yet, Park Min-ah curled up on the sofa and played with her cell phone.

"What are you playing?" Park Ji-hoon asked with the quilt next to her.

"Ineraft." Park Min-ah replied. She has different preferences from ordinary girls. She doesn't read entertainment news, fashion magazines, etc., but instead fell in love with the "simple" game "Ineraft".

"Why did you take it out?" After seeing the things in Park Ji-hoon's hand, he suddenly paused and put the phone that he had not put down when he was talking aside, and asked in surprise.

Photo album!

A photo album that is very old and of obviously not very good quality was made by Min Ya's mother, and Park Min Ya's skill is inherited from her mother.

"Recalling my Min-ah's appearance when she was a child." Park Ji-hoon crawled into the quilt sideways and sat on the back of the sofa.

Park Min-ah helped him to straighten the quilt so that the air would leak everywhere, and then sat side by side.

Park Ji-hoon then opened the album.

Home page is a family photo, Park’s father, Min-ah’s mother, Park Ji-hoon, Park Min-ah. Park’s father was still depressed at the time, but his eyebrows were stretched out, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, showing a slightly stiff smile; Min-ah’s mother’s face had a gentle and quiet smile, which was exactly what Park Min-ah’s appearance when she grew up, with a very gentle look. Park Ji-hon’s gentle and considerate side was inherited from her; Park Ji-hon’s character, as she had just entered the first year of junior high school, was gradually subdued by Min-ah’s mother, with a correct posture, holding Park Min-ah’s little hand in one hand; Park Min-ah’s just started elementary school, but she was like a little adult, holding Park Ji-hon’s hand in the other, and her eyes had just been taken back from Park Ji-hon.

Around the photo, there are also messages written by Min Ya’s mother by hand that I hope that we, Xunxun, will always be happy and healthy! Then there are two hearts.

The moment he saw the photo, Park Min-ah's eyes immediately turned red!

I remembered my mother!

Park Ji-hoon held her shoulders and gently pressed her head with her palms, letting her rest on her shoulders.

"What were you looking at at that time?" Park Ji-hoon asked in order to help her distract her emotions. He remembered that Park Min-ah looked at him, but she didn't pay attention. She couldn't help asking when she saw the photo again today.

"Brother hurt me!" Park Min-ah blinked, a little sour, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and a smile appeared, but she said lightly.

"Ah?" Park Ji-hoon was stunned and said, "I didn't pay attention at that time."

In junior high school, it was when boys were thinking about growing up that Min-ya’s mother solemnly entrusted Park Min-ya to him, and her sense of responsibility was overwhelming, so she unconsciously used her strength.

"Hehe..." After a sneer, Park Ji-hoon turned on the next page.

Two photos, one is Park Ji-hoon's primary school graduation photo, and one is Park Min-ah's newly in elementary school with her schoolbag on her back.

This time, Park Ji-hoon's eyes were slightly sour.

Minya's mother said she didn't know if she could see him graduating from junior high school and high school, so she used photos of her graduating from elementary school.

The hand holding the album was paused before putting it aside and couldn't help but hold it.

As if he noticed his emotional fluctuations, Park Min-ah stretched out her little hand from the quilt and groped around his eyes, as if she was checking whether he was crying.

He is a person who values ​​feelings very much, so he will not make friends easily.

"What are you doing? Be careful that I bite you!" Park Ji-hoon said lightly.

"Hmph!" Park Min-ah snorted, grabbed his fingers a few times on his chin, and then quickly retracted back to the quilt.

Park Ji-hoon twitched the corner of her mouth, wrapped her left arm around the little guy's neck, and reached out to squeeze her gently on the tip of her perky nose.

I thought it would end like this, but unexpectedly, Park Min-ah's hand suddenly came in under the quilt and gently grabbed his waist a few times.

He is also afraid of tickling!

Park Ji-hoon's body trembled and almost threw the album out.

After Park Min-ah retracted her hand, she simply put the album aside and stared at the little guy with a bad look.

Park Min-ah had already sat upright. Seeing this, she hurriedly wrapped the quilt tightly and grabbed it with her hands, looking back at him with a look of vigilance, but she was unwilling to be outdone.

It looks like a large caterpillar.

"I thought I could do nothing like this, right?" Park Ji-hoon said with a smile.

Park Min-ah quickly reacted, and when she shrank her feet, she wanted to press it with the quilt.

However, it's too late!

Park Ji-hoon touched her body and hugged her legs through the quilt to prevent her from falling off the sofa, then grabbed her right foot and lifted the quilt.

From childhood to adulthood, it has been a very pleasant method!

"Brother, I'm wrong!" Park Min-ah had already started begging for mercy.

"It's too late!" Park Ji-hoon had already grabbed her feet in his hand. The soles of her feet were no bigger than her own. Because she was afraid of itch, her five white and tender toes seemed to be shy and curled up tightly.

But, it's useless!

Park Ji-hoon was holding the soles of his feet.
Chapter completed!