Under the praises of a bunch of mischievous people, Gong Xiaoxiao only realized later that Yun Qiao’s casual stroke just now had actually pushed their dragon boat several times over Sun Fenfang, who was dozens of meters away!
How was this rowing?
This was F * cking racing!
Looking at Sun Fenfang’s gnashing teeth expression behind her, and the mischievous people on the shore praising her in unison, Gong Xiaoxiao actually felt a sense of pride and honor.
Oh My God, do they actually have a chance of winning?
She hugged Yun Qiao’s waist, her eyes unconsciously showing a bit of admiration, and even she herself didn’t realize it.
On the contrary, Yun Qiao leisurely said, “Xiaoxiao, is my waist comfortable to hold?”
Gong Xiaoxiao’s face flushed red, and her small hands hurriedly moved away. “I, I, I help row the boat!”
She hurriedly picked up the paddle and followed Yun Qiao to row left and right, trying to hide the lingering embarrassment.
