Lyra Smith: "..."
!!
Now that Morris Jackson knew about her buying a treadmill as a "decoration", she didn't want to admit that she was too lazy, only running on it about once a month, resulting in a layer of dust.
"There's a large gym on the second floor of the Di Jing Manor. Come try it out sometime, I'll accompany you," he suddenly said.
Although Lyra hadn't seen the large gym, hearing it from Morris Jackson, it must be true!
She chuckled and politely declined, "It'd be better to have a coach for guidance when working out for the best results."
Morris Jackson: "I can be your coach."
Lyra was stunned.
Morris Jackson: "Don't worry, I won't be too strict with you."
Lyra: "..."
At this moment, she had a mental image of herself wearing tight athletic clothes, and Morris Jackson, also dressed in athletic clothes, standing behind her, helping her adjust her posture. His palm slowly moving from her front waist to her back waist, and further down to adjust....
