"42, 43, 44..."
Rena sat in a chair with her legs crossed, hand supporting her cheek, counting numbers while admiring Allen Zhang's muscular lines, "Nice physique."
"You're not bad yourself." Allen Zhang looked up to see her perky butt wrapped in jeans, and her swaying sandals, with toenails painted with polish.
Rena didn't mind at all; instead, she crossed her legs even tighter.
With a slight smile, "Are you free tonight? Want to stay for a drink? I still have the bottle of Pinot Noir you gave me."
"Of course, I happen to be free today." Allen Zhang was about to stand up.
"Keep doing it! Don't stop."
"..." What sort of fetish is this?
Allen Zhang, somewhat speechless, continued doing one-handed push-ups, "I am an injured man! If you exhaust me, you can't afford the consequences, you know?"
"Then we'll talk when you're exhausted. Hurry up, sir," Rena hummed softly.
