The stupid fishing kitten who can't grasp the limits × the physical therapist who only thinks about muscles
Poor body shape, bedtime cookies, hilarious
In order to inspire those blushing words in her writings, Mrs. Wen, a well-known colorist, decided to personally step into the hormonal battlefield - the gym.
The lights of the gym poured on the man's bulging muscles, disappearing along the mermaid line at the edge of the sports shorts. The thin layer of sweat glistened under the bright light, soaking the white vest attached to his body. His chest muscles seemed to be about to burst out of the vest. He casually lifted the hem of the vest to wipe away the sweat, revealing his plump and solid eight-pack chest muscles.
Jian Ran: This man is really... Rich and generous!
The writer who was born single was so shocked that he decided to go to the sea personally and write this walking aphrodisiac into his own writing, no, into his life!
Jian Ran used all her means to fish and fish in the small gym, but Jiang Yiming seemed to only regard him as a novice dog licker who wanted to use rainbow farts for free guidance.
Although the process was a bit bumpy, the relationship between the two gradually became closer, and Jiang Yiming even helped him with physical therapy for free.
Although every gesture made his face turn red, the pornographic writer had an innocent and pure expression.
No, why did he suddenly fall off his horse?
Jiang Yiming's perspective:
There is a new guy in the gym. He is thin and thin, with fair skin. He can barely lift even the lightest weights. He looks like a weakling at first glance.
He always talks to me, compliments me with clumsy and disgusting words, and his bright eyes are always glued to me.
He is quite interesting. He constantly blows rainbow farts and praises me every day. He is as cute as a naughty kitten making trouble in the room. Of course I know what he's doing, it's just trying to get the big guy's fitness guide for free.
He said he wanted to treat me to an indulgent meal as a thank you... Let's eat together.
Seeing how hard he was trying to praise my breasts, I just let him touch them... His hands were cold.
After teaching for a long time, I still can't find the feeling of exertion, so I have to get started... Why is his waist so thin?
Sweat soaked his thin T-shirt, and it stuck to his thin back. The lines outlined... Were quite pretty.
He said he was a writer, no wonder he had so many physical problems... Forget it, give him free treatment.
I seem to have a crush on him... Will it scare him?
I was horrified by what he wrote online. It turns out that he likes this, and I can actually learn from it.
Purpose: Writing should have a truth-seeking attitude!
