CHAPTER FIFTY ONE

Scratching the back of my head awkwardly, I said, "But I don't want to sit on top of you. Your hands are not letting me move... " Yes, Celia's hands were tightly gripped on my thighs, making me unable to move and remain on top of her. Celia looked down at her hands in confusion.

When she saw her hands were really holding me down, her face turned red in shame. She coughed awkwardly and said, "I am trying to push you from the top of me. But you are too heavy. Do some exercises and lose your weight. You are fat. "

I looked at her, as if I was looking at an alien, thinking, 'The heck, I am fat. You just don't want to lose your face. You crooked girl. ' But when did I dare to say these words out loud? If I were to say such words, I might suffer a cruel fate, maybe even losing something dear to me. My eyes were down, looking at my most valuable asset. *Ahem, you know what I mean.

When Celia saw me looking down at my asset, she blushed furiously and said in a worried tone, "What.. What are y
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