"Didn't you say you just ate and can't exercise? Afraid of your stomach hanging down?" As he spoke, he carried her to the sofa, gently placed her down, then grabbed the book previously thrown on the sofa and handed it to her, saying: "Rest for half an hour, and then we'll exercise."
This man...
Ever since talking about starting over, he seemed to have only one thing on his mind.
Forsythia Brown couldn't help but smile and say, "Gem Atkinson, I'm not mentally prepared yet."
"What mental preparation do you need? It's not like we haven't done those exercises before."
Her speechless gaze fell on him, and after a moment, she said, "Gem Atkinson, you've changed."
"Oh?"
"Compared to your emotional intelligence five years ago, it has improved by more than one level."
"What is emotional intelligence?"
He pretended to be confused when he understood perfectly well. Forsythia twitched the corners of her mouth and stopped paying attention to him, instead focusing on her book.
