Qie Xieling's workout was gruelling but satisfying. He had been procrastinating for a very long time. After last night he began questioning his stamina. He could tell that Luo Muchen wasn't done with him but he was so spent last night. With that in mind, he had to increase his workout time otherwise he wouldn't be able to keep up.
He racked the last of the weights, his muscles aching but it was bearable. His tank top, drenched in sweat, clung to his skin, mapping the contours of his physique.
While putting the dumbbells away an aroma began to weave its way through the room, gentle and enticing. It was the smell of cooking from the kitchen.
Luo Muchen was probably in the kitchen making something. The thought of him seriously slaving away at the stove made his heart swell. A smile played on his face when he felt the growling of his stomach. Rubbing his belly he coaxed, "Just be patient. We are almost done," but of course, his stomach wouldn't listen.
