"Does morning running help build arm muscles?" The man lightly pinched her upper arm.
Fiona Schmidt's skin is delicate and her flesh firm, but it isn't muscular. Her slender upper arm is thinner than his forearm. Showing off nonexistent muscles in front of him is simply making a fool of herself.
Norton Abyss curled his lips, smiling silently. Fiona noticed his expression and furrowed her brows: "Are you making fun of me?"
She lowered her hand, knowing she didn't have muscles; her previous actions were childish.
"No, if you want muscles, I can accompany you for daily exercise..." The man put away his smile and spoke seriously.
Fiona frowned, amused by his words. She lightly punched his chest and turned to walk back to bed.
"I don't want muscles; I'm not becoming a bodybuilder!" She pouted, then lay down on the bed, grasping the quilt to cover herself, leaving only half her head exposed. Her eyes darted around, staring at him.
