Leng Youchen's physique was by no means as thin as one would expect from someone who had relied on a wheelchair for years. Although he always looked particularly stylish in a suit, little did people know, his physique was naturally good.
Sometimes Wei Anning thought, if it wasn't for him sitting in a wheelchair, his physique would be no different from a normal person.
Leng Youchen lay back on the mat, his hands clasped behind his head, leisurely gazing at his wife. "Wife, where's the bikini you promised? I want to see it."
Wei Anning's mouth twitched. They were in the gym, not at the pool; why would she wear a bikini? She was pressing his calves with a foam roller, "I'll show you later."
"Really?"
Wei Anning felt like flipping a table. Was he here for rehabilitation or to see a bikini? She knelt by his legs, trying hard to ignore the tempting sight before her, lest her heart be swayed and she embarrassingly threw herself at him.
"Mm."
