"It doesn't look good at all." Draco suppressed his agitation, forcefully tearing his gaze away from her, turning around to pull a light gray tracksuit from the shelf and shoving it into her arms. "If you want to wear this, then wear this one."
It was a set of light gray high-waisted seamless yoga pants and a matching long-sleeved sports bodysuit. It was still form-fitting, but its advantage was its understated and conservative style, without highlighting any curves that would arouse desire.
Seeing Draco's conservative outfit, Trillian instantly saw through his intentions, took the clothes, and smiled broadly.
"Young Master's possessiveness is truly remarkable!"
"I just felt that outfit wasn't suitable for sports, it had nothing to do with possessiveness." Draco certainly wouldn't admit that.
"Yeah~" Trillian didn't call him out on it, just smiled and replied, then hugged the gray outfit and went back to the dressing room. She could be flamboyant, but she couldn't disobey the young master.
At this moment, Draco finally understood the saying that circulated online in his previous life: Never let your wife go to the gym!
If your girlfriend or wife loves going to the gym, you'd better watch out. If she wore this outfit out, which gym instructor could resist? When instructing on exercises, with stretching and assistance, there's frequent physical contact. Any instructor with a modicum of sense might just start touching her.
Soon, Trillian pushed open the door again and came out. Although the clothes covered her quite well, they still outlined her beautiful figure. She walked up to Draco and asked:
"How is it? Are you satisfied?"
"That's much better." Draco looked him up and down and nodded; the inexplicable heat had finally subsided.
Those awkward lines are gone.
That's good~
Draco paid, and the two went into the gym together.
The gym is spacious, bright, and well-equipped with equipment. It's also temperature-controlled and clean. It was already bustling with men and women exercising, their various postures on display – a truly impressive sight.
A woman wearing tight pants is doing barbell squats, working on her glutes; every time she squats, her genitals are very prominent.
Some people were running on the treadmill, panting heavily, their arms swinging and chests heaving, drawing the attention of the men next to them.
There are people practicing the splits, and the way their legs are positioned is quite suggestive.
"How about... we don't go to the gym anymore?" After seeing all the girls in the room dressed in bright clothes, with slender figures and deliberately showing off their curves, the enthusiastic Trillian had the idea of backing out.
"You were the one who insisted on coming, and now you're chickening out?" Draco laughed, a hint of mockery in his smile.
"Who's a coward!" Trillian retorted, but her eyes couldn't help but dart towards the women in tight-fitting clothes and with hot figures. "Who knew these women were even more uninhibited than me!"
"Afraid they'll seduce me?" Draco teased her.
"I am a little scared..." Trillian said honestly.
"What are you afraid of? This room is full of muscular men who work out all year round, with broad shoulders, thick backs, and explosive physiques. They look much better than me. With my skinny arms and legs, how could they possibly be interested in me?"
Upon hearing this, Trillian was taken aback for a moment, then blurted out, "That's true..." But she immediately corrected herself, "No, young master, you're still very handsome... I just like pretty boys like you."
"Pretty boy?!" Draco's temple throbbed, then he relaxed, shrugged, and said, "Let's begin."
"Good!"
The two found a relatively quiet spot by a floor-to-ceiling window with a wide view, and prepared to do some simple stretching to warm up.
However, Trillian's looks, figure, and temperament are simply too outstanding. Compared to those girls in the gym who deliberately flaunt their figures, Trillian is more beautiful and has a better figure. She has a top-notch appearance that can crush everyone at a glance.
Within seconds, the boys who were training on their own all turned their attention to this side.
Soon, a group of muscular men with exaggerated muscle definition, who spent years in the gym, like hunters who had caught the scent of prey, put down their equipment and swarmed around.
A group of people, looking excited and like hungry tigers pouncing on their prey, rushed to get close to Trillian.
Some people deliberately puff out their chests and pull in their stomachs, tensing their biceps to show off their full, muscular arms; others casually stretch their shoulders and backs to display their broad, thick shoulder and back proportions.
"Hey beautiful, want me to teach you a few exercises? I've been a fitness instructor for three years and have taught many students."
"Look at my abs! If you want to get those six-pack abs, you've come to the right place. I have a unique training method."
"I can be your personal trainer, for free. Just look at my muscles, and you'll know how professional I am."
The fourth, the fifth, the sixth... In the blink of an eye, seven or eight muscular men surrounded the two, vying to show off their muscles and chattering away, trying to sell themselves.
"I can bench press 120 kilograms!"
"I can squat 200 kilograms, so I can definitely train your legs!"
"Don't listen to them, come find me. I'm the most professional here, I've won many bodybuilding competition runner-up titles!"
"Hey beautiful, look at my latissimus dorsi muscles! They look amazing when I've built them up. Let me teach you how to train your back!"
Their eyes were filled with greed and desire; in their eyes, Trillian was the epitome of perfection.
Not only does she have a great figure, but her face is also stunning. You rarely see a woman of this caliber!
Trillian ignored the men who were trying to curry favor with her, and instead turned to look at Draco with a questioning look in her eyes.
At this moment, Draco was completely unmoved. He knew Trillian's personality well. She seemed outgoing and flirtatious, but in reality, she had very clear bottom lines and only recognized him in her heart. These bodybuilders were not even worth her attention, let alone had any chance of getting her any favors.
But with Trillian's eyes fixed on him, expecting him to back her up, he, as a man, couldn't pretend not to see her.
"Thank you all for your kind offer, but I don't need your guidance. My woman, I'll take care of her myself." Draco blocked Trillian's path.
Upon hearing this, Trillian felt a strange flutter and subtle panic rise in her heart. Having navigated the world of martial arts and interacted with all sorts of people, she had always shouldered everything herself.
She had never been so forcefully protected before, especially by a man she had actively pursued. For him to speak so possessively, publicly declaring her his woman—whether genuine or not—was satisfying.
Her cheeks flushed slightly, and her usual confident demeanor instantly faltered.
This was supposed to be a straightforward declaration of boundaries, but the group of muscular men who surrounded them instead showed a hint of disdain in their eyes.
They looked Draco up and down, noticing that Draco was slender with a thin frame, and his height, build, and size were far inferior to those of the burly men who were used to lifting weights.
In the eyes of a man who idolizes brute force and muscle, this thin-armed, skinny man in front of him has absolutely no competitive edge.
Why does he have to be with such a stunningly beautiful girl?