Rhythm Gym.
"Exactly there, that's the spot, it's so sour and painful."
"Hiss~ Sister Wen Ruan, your technique is really amazing, you truly are a professional."
"Thank you, Sister, I feel much better now."
In Rhythm Gym, Tang Song was half-reclining on the workout equipment while Wen Ruan's nimble hands gently kneaded and massaged his abdomen.
It was his first time enjoying such treatment, and he found his heart rate wouldn't slow down as he gazed at the charming face and lofty chest so close to him.
"Okay, let's call it a day, I have to get to work," said Wen Ruan as she stood up, donned her loose jacket, picked up the orange gift bag, and winked at him, "Bye-bye, little brother."
"Bye-bye."
As she walked out of the gym, Wen Ruan's steps grew lighter, her mood reaching an all-time high.
"Ding—" The elevator doors slowly opened.
Zhong Ying, who was standing at the door with a coffee in hand, furrowed her brow and moved aside when she saw her.
