Xavier Grayson calmly released his grip from the armrests, pretending nothing was amiss. "Not bad. There's still room for improvement in your speed.""Really?"Chloe Bishop had expected him to tear into her, but instead, he'd given her recognition—and even said she could go faster.That was the highest praise she could ask for.But... why was his forehead so sweaty?She grabbed a few tissues and handed them to him. "Coach, are you feeling hot?"Coach?What a suck-up!!!Xavier Grayson cleared his throat lightly and said flatly, "Men run hotter. Not like you—no matter how hard you push, you barely break a sweat."Hmm?Chloe Bishop suspected he was making an innuendo, but she had no proof.After a pause, she pressed further, "Coach, are you feeling flushed, cold sweats, stiff limbs, weak legs?""No.""Really?"She suddenly grabbed his hand and flipped it over—then burst out laughing. "Hahaha... Xavier Grayson, so you can get scared! Feeling like a coward now?"Xavier Grayson looked down a
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