They moved from the large bed in the bedroom to the bathroom, and Luo Beichen did not consider himself a man of indulgence, but the soft warm fragrance in his arms made him somewhat unable to stop. He held the woman tightly, vigorously tossing and turning until she was panting and begging him for mercy.
"From now on, run three kilometers every morning. It's time to build up your stamina," Luo Beichen said softly but with absolute authority as he pinched the woman's waist.
"Oh." Jing Yan was actually quite lazy. She would usually be out of breath after running just three hundred meters, but she agreed anyway.
"Tomorrow I'll have a treadmill sent over. If you don't feel like going downstairs, you can run at home," Luo Beichen continued.
Jing Yan had wanted to refuse, but the man had already dried off and walked out in a bathrobe.
