Zhao Xue just gazed at Wang Dahai, her eyes becoming increasingly blurred, cheeks also somewhat feverishly flushed.
At that moment, Wang Dahai put down the dumbbell and stood up.
He was already drenched in sweat, even his underwear soaked, clinging to his thighs and waist.
In doing so, the outline of the thing in his crotch was clearly delineated.
Seeing that somewhat exaggerated outline, Zhao Xue's breathing became even hotter and more rapid.
Wang Dahai had long noticed her sneaking peeks, he pretended not to notice and said, "Can I use the bathroom to take a shower?"
"Sure, just go ahead." Zhao Xue hurriedly averted her gaze, then suddenly asked, "Hey, Wang Dahai, can you teach me how to work out?"
A slight smile curled the corners of Wang Dahai's mouth, this girl couldn't hold back anymore.
"Yes."
"Then, then teach me."
She jumped down from the sofa and nervously approached him.
As she got closer, she immediately smelled the sweat on Wang Dahai's body.
