"You're my girlfriend, I can stare at you all I want. You can't forbid me to do that." He laughed and petted her hair.
"I don't want it!" She ranted like a child and hit his back with her fist. He didn't say anything, it was like a massage, it didn't hurt at all.
"You've been sleeping a lot," he changed the topic and reached out for her chin. Alyx made her face him, "Should I walk you on the seaside? To exercise?" It was a tender invitation that Yanarym nodded.
He got up from bed and dressed his body that was only wearing a boxer. Yanarym watched him put on some clothes. Well, she couldn't get enough of seeing his body. Every time he got off from the bed and did a short skit of flexing his muscles, she was always captivated. He wore a sleeveless top, and loose pajamas, which defined his chest, back muscle, and his biceps. Geez, what a hottie.
