"Stop running, stop running! I really can't run anymore," Shen Yibin said, collapsing onto the lawn, panting for breath. He felt like his lungs were on fire. Those three laps had nearly been the death of him. The pug was in a similar state, also lying on the ground exhausted, its tongue lolling out as it gasped heavily.
"GRR~ GRR~" Shi Gaofei didn't seem to have any intention of letting it go, straining forward with all its might. If Shen Yibin hadn't been holding the leash for dear life, it probably would have killed the pug by now.
"Hm?" The spot where Shen Yibin had collapsed happened to be where Hah'Er was playing. Seeing Shen Yibin's condition, it slid down from the tree with a SWOOSH and walked over, staring at Shen Yibin with wide, concerned eyes.
"I'm... I'm fine. I just need to rest a bit, just a little rest," Shen Yibin said between gasps. He was wheezing heavily, which was surprisingly similar to the breathing technique Cheeky had taught him before.
