Moving to the Golden Courtyard

Durandal took the towel Rita handed her and wiped away her sweat before finding a slightly smaller barbell, weighing around 400 kilograms...

She began doing squats.

Are you really human?

But this was also why Durandal insisted on wearing this kind of tight-fitting sports bra. Intense exercise like this could easily make certain parts of the body bounce around.

Putting aside whether it looked attractive or not, first of all...

It would be uncomfortable, and it could easily cause injuries there.

This was something as flat-chested as Theresa could never imagine.

Because it fit her body so closely, Durandal had actually resisted wearing it at first—she felt as if she might as well have been naked, with every curve completely exposed.

That was why the gym had to be cleared out every time Durandal worked out.

"Just say what you want. Do we really need to be polite with each other?"

Squatting with 400 kilograms... How were you able to do it so effortlessly and still make conversation in the middle of it?

"Durandal, you still haven't answered my question from last time—what do you think of Xu Qi?"

"Bang!"

The 400-kilogram barbell dropped straight to the ground with a deafening crash! Durandal stood there blankly. Only after remaining silent for quite a while did she stiffly turn her head away.

"I... I don't have any particular opinion..."

"What do you mean, you don't have any particular opinion?"

"It... It means exactly what it says... We just chat often. Nothing else happened. We're just... just ordinary friends."

You can't even lie properly... Could your tone be any stiffer, Durandal?

"Is that so... Then why would you allow a man to work out with you, Durandal?"

"!"

Durandal whipped around! Her long golden hair lifted slightly with the movement.

"Work out?