"It's only fair to reciprocate," Trillian didn't struggle, but instead retorted with a smile, "You took so many advantage of me before, hitting and touching me, what's wrong with me touching you back now?"
"If I had known you were such a difficult woman, I shouldn't have gotten involved!" Draco regretted his previous actions.
"It's too late to say anything now," Trillian said with a sly smile. "Once I've got you hooked, you won't be able to shake me off easily."
"Is that so?" Draco's lips curled into a smile. "But don't forget, I can use magic at any time to erase your memories with a single click, making you completely forget everything."
"No! Spare my life!" Trillian's expression changed instantly; her previous arrogance vanished, and she made a pleading gesture with her hands.
"I can add some color to your lives! For example, will Miss Hermione get jealous if she sees me clinging to you?"
"If she gets jealous, won't she become even more affectionate towards you to assert her ownership? Young master, I'm just trying to help you!"
"That's true..." Draco stroked his chin thoughtfully.
"Right!" Seeing that he was relenting, Trillian immediately pressed her advantage, "So, let's go to the gym together!"
"You want to practice?" Draco looked at her.
"Yes," Trillian nodded vigorously and said, "I want to develop nice, toned abs, and this is the perfect opportunity!"
"Then you can go exercise by yourself, I don't need to exercise," Draco said, turning to leave.
"Don't be so heartless~" Trillian tugged at his sleeve and shook it back and forth, "I'm still your woman, after all..."
"He must have proclaimed it himself!" Draco exposed.
"Come on, just come with me, okay? It'll only be for a little while," Trillian pleaded in a soft voice.
Unable to resist the other party's persistent pleading, Draco sighed and reluctantly gave in, "Fine, I really can't do anything with you."
Trillian was overjoyed and instead of taking him to the gym, she pulled Draco to the gym apparel store next door.
The store was softly lit and filled with various sportswear and casual wear. A stylishly dressed female sales clerk immediately approached them, her gaze sweeping over the two of them before her professional fake smile instantly appearing.
"Wow, you two are such a perfect match! The gentleman's refined demeanor paired with the lady's vibrant energy makes you an absolute stunner! We've just received a few new couple's sportswear sets; would you like to try them on?"
"We are not..." Draco was about to retort.
"Yes!" Trillian interjected, smiling as she took Draco's arm and rested her head on his shoulder. "Could you recommend one for us? Something that's convenient for exercise."
The shop assistant directed the two to the designated location.
Trillian picked up a tracksuit and held it up against Draco: "This one's nice, you'll look great in it!"
"No need, I don't work out."
Draco ruthlessly pushed him away.
"Teach me how to practice. Wearing sportswear will make me more flexible when doing various movements," Trillian patiently persuaded.
"I've never been involved in fitness before, and I know absolutely nothing about any kind of exercise," Draco said calmly.
"How did you get such a perfect physique?" Trillian looked him up and down, asking Trillian.
"Born that way," Draco said without changing his expression.
In reality, this perfect physique was directly bestowed upon him by the system during his initial body shaping process; he had never even done a single push-up.
"You're lying!" Trillian didn't believe it.
But she didn't hesitate any longer and simply shoved the suit into Draco's arms. "You take this first, then help me pick out one!"
"Alright." Draco looked at the clothes in his arms, then at Trillian's expectant face, and finally couldn't persuade her otherwise.
"Hurry up!" Trillian urged.
Draco grabbed something and handed it over. "This one."
Upon taking a look, Trillian's face immediately fell. "You're just trying to fool me? I'm still your second wife..."
"You're being self-imposed again..." Draco said helplessly. "If she were my wife, I would never let her dress too provocatively."
Hearing this, Trillian's mood inexplicably improved. She gestured in front of the mirror, then tilted her head and said,
"If we're going to be conservative, Hermione alone will suffice. If I'm also conservative, what's the difference between me and her? How about... we keep different styles? She goes for an intellectual and elegant look, and I go for a sexy and wild look. That way, we might have a chance to win your favor, young master~"
As she spoke, she lifted Draco's chin with her index finger.
"Where did you learn these techniques for controlling men? You just said you were a virgin, but your skill level is too high." Draco lowered his voice, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the white halter-neck tube top and the green high-waisted tight shorts that barely covered anything.
"There's no conflict here~ Who would dare to covet the young master's woman, right!" Trillian struck a pose for Draco.
Looking at the alluring Trillian before him, Draco couldn't help but think: This woman certainly has a way with men... Add to that her stunning looks that make one's blood boil at first glance, and any ordinary young master would probably have lost control long ago.
But Draco, being a young master who had seen the world, calmly looked away and said indifferently, "Then do as you please."
"I'm going to change my clothes, young master. Would you like to... come in and take a look?" Trillian teased, getting closer.
The young man, full of vigor and vitality, involuntarily let his Adam's apple bob slightly; even he found it difficult to remain completely unmoved.
"Just looking, nothing to do~" Trillian took in his reaction, secretly pleased, and grabbed his wrist, pulling him into the private dressing room next door without saying a word.
"Goodbye..." Draco stopped and withdrew his hand.
"Really not going in? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity." Trillian poked her head out from the dressing room and asked with a mischievous grin.
Draco shook his head violently.
"I'll go in first then~" Trillian winked at Draco, "You can come in anytime if you want!"
"She's such a show-off," Draco thought. "This woman is practically walking hormones, completely different from Hermione..."
Hermione is the kind of person who is intellectual yet ascetic, with the occasional hint of sexiness that can drive people crazy. But Trillian, on the other hand, comes out with a bombshell right from the start, testing the young master's willpower, huh!
That is, me.
Other young masters could not withstand such a test.
A moment later, the locker room door was finally pushed open, and Trillian emerged, having changed into her eye-catching, revealing sportswear.
Draco almost rose to power, wow!
Those green high-waisted tight shorts were so constricting, it wouldn't be this obvious even if the battery was dead!
That white halter-neck strapless top was even more stunning, with its backless design revealing most of her snow-white back, and the halter-neck straps in the front making her already full figure appear even more prominent.
Trillian keenly noticed his expression, and felt even more smug inside. She knew how lethal her outfit was, but she still feigned composure, slowly walking up to Draco and softly asking, "How is it, young master? Does it look good?"