The Two Exchanged Blows

While Lin Wanwan was running, a certain dog barged in as well. It looked at her curiously with its tail wagging.

"Tianba, do you want to play as well?"

"Woof!"

Lin Wanwan switched on the other treadmill and adjusted the speed to a very slow setting. The dog jumped on it, and it became very experienced not too long later.

It was not known when Lu Zhanbei had entered. He leaned against the wall languidly and watched Lin Wanwan's rhythmic running.

She had exercised for over an hour. Her slightly sweaty face was flushed red, and her moving chest was extremely eye-catching.

He took a look only once and no longer shifted his gaze away.

Lin Wanwan saw him from the corner of her eye and snorted in disdain. "Hooligan!"

"I'm admiring the fruits of my labor. I have 'brought them up' myself."

"!" Lin Wanwan knew that she was in a lower position and no longer competed for dirty-mindedness with the filthy king.