Exercises on Love and Insecurity [Senior Male]

[Realistic Urban Love/Transnational Workplace/Emotional Restraint and Slow Heat/Mr.] [The story of two extremely self-disciplined, repressed, and introverted people redeeming each other] [A straight-tempered Chinese writer who doesn't care about worldly feelings and a handsome and strong young Korean actor] Lin Xi discovered that something was wrong with Han Zhiyun recently. The gym became his new stronghold. He got up earlier than her in the morning and went to bed later than her at night. His arm lines became more and more obvious and his clothes sizes also changed quietly. She asked him if he was practicing again, and he smiled and said, "As you get older, you need to keep fit to maintain your fitness." Lin Xi didn't take it to heart. He just felt that he had bought a lot of things recently, and they all seemed to be chosen for others. Until one day she came home and found that the living room was filled with gifts, including her favorite aromatherapy, jewelry, and small speakers. While she was unpacking, she heard Han Zhiyun whisper: "I want to give you something you like." He came out of the shower, his hair still dripping with water, and his white T-shirt stuck to his skin with sweat. Lin Xi was sitting on the sofa watching a drama when Han Zhiyun came over, took her into his arms and let her sit astride his waist. She was shocked by his sudden strength, and before she could react, he was already close to her, pressing her in his arms as if she had lost her center of gravity. He didn't speak, his breath fell on the side of her neck, feeling a little hot. "You've practiced too much again." Lin Xi pushed him, but he circled her tighter. The water vapor mixed with the fragrance of shampoo spread out from his body. He suddenly gently brought her into his arms and sat on her back. His head was buried in her neck, and his voice was muffled: "Am I okay?" Lin Xi was startled. Han Zhiyun did not raise his head, but just held her in his arms, rubbing her back with his palms, and said in a low and careful tone, "I'm afraid you will get tired of me." The air was extremely quiet at that moment, with only the sound of his breathing approaching. Lin Xi reached out and touched his hair. He finally raised his head and looked at her, with a bit of ridiculous sincerity and grievance hidden in his eyes. He came close to her ear and repeated in a low voice: "I'm really afraid. I'm afraid I won't be fresh." Lin Xi smiled and stroked his face, looking into his eyes. He held her as lightly as a teenager, holding her hand to find the abdominal muscles he maintained. Intention: Love, be honest