Simple?
Zhao Xue's thoughts rippled slightly.
Wang Dahai's words were like the devil's temptation.
She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help herself.
So, she asked, "What kind of simple?"
Wang Dahai shook his hand without saying a word, but with that gesture, Zhao Xue understood what he meant.
Her heart started pounding violently, and she was vaguely tempted.
Using just hands, her inner resistance indeed wasn't as strong.
But to agree outright, she was too embarrassed, unable to do so.
Seeing her silent, Wang Dahai smiled, not saying anything further.
He stood up from the couch, walked to the balcony, and began to exercise with dumbbells, leaving her space to think slowly.
After exercising for a while, he was covered in sweat, so he took off his clothes and pants, leaving only his underwear, and continued to exercise on the balcony.
Seeing him in that state, Zhao Xue's face blushed, and she quickly turned away, not looking.
