Once everything was cleaned up, Hermione picked up her teacup, took a sip, and started the conversation, "What did you all do this morning?"
"Nothing much, I just went to the cruise ship's gym to work out and stretch my body," Draco replied truthfully.
"A gym?" Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Are there many beautiful women there?"
"What beautiful women? Real beauties can make a living just by their looks, they don't need to work out to get in shape," Draco said without hesitation, then added, "Even if you want something more, they're extremely rare, I haven't seen any."
After listening to this, Trillian couldn't help but give a thumbs up in her heart: Young Master's language skills are impeccable!
"The people in there must be all in great shape, right? You got a good look, didn't you?" Hermione persisted, continuing to press for answers.
"As everyone knows, your husband is attracted to good looks." Draco shrugged. "If the face isn't good, even a great body won't help."
"So, according to you, you've been working out with Trillian all morning?" Hermione pressed.
Upon hearing this, Draco tensed up, and Trillian stiffened, her heart pounding with apprehension.
But Draco had excellent composure, maintaining a calm and collected expression as he explained, "It's not really together, just the same area. We were all practicing separately."
"Really?" Hermione's eyes sharpened. "She didn't ask you to teach her? Nor did she wear those... well, sexy clothes?"
Here it comes! The Empress's interrogation is about to begin!
Trillian was mentally encouraging Draco, afraid that he might say something wrong and they would all be locked up tonight.
Hermione's comment just now was absolutely spot-on; it was so accurate, it was as if she had seen it with her own eyes.
"No!" Draco immediately denied.
"I was just helping Hermione keep an eye on him to see if he was peeking at other girls!" Trillian quickly tried to salvage the situation, shocked.
"That can't be right," Hermione said, resting her chin on her hand. "Everyone knows that this scoundrel not only loves to lecture, but also has a thing for uniform fetishes..."
"As we all know, every preference comes with conditions," Draco quickly interjected, then looked at Hermione and said, "Provided that the person is our Miss Granger."
"Really?" Hermione chuckled teasingly. "Who was it that last time took a telescope and stood on the balcony staring at the swimsuit-clad beauties on the deck for ten minutes? And called it studying Muggle aesthetics?"
"That time we were just sightseeing..." Draco said guiltily.
"Fine," Hermione suddenly waved her hand generously, interrupting his excuses. "Go ahead and look. We can't exactly blindfold you, that's inhumane."
"You're not angry?" Draco thought he had gotten away with it.
"Hmm?" Hermione's cunning glint was fully revealed. "So you've been exposed. Looks like you've got something to hide."
"Wife, you have so many tricks up your sleeve..." Draco said with a wry smile.
Hermione raised her chin smugly. "So you'd better behave yourself from now on and stop thinking about sneaky, shady things."
"I wouldn't dare!" Draco said sincerely, "I don't even glance at the wildflowers outside, except for this flower in our garden!"
After a brief playful tug-of-war, Hermione nodded in satisfaction. "What are the plans for the afternoon? Are we going to the gym again?"
"Let's switch to yoga! My muscles are tense from the morning workout, yoga this afternoon will be perfect for relaxing..." Trillian seized the opportunity.
"Honey, do you want to practice?" Draco asked her.
"A yoga room..." Hermione hesitated for a moment, "Aren't there many people in yoga rooms who wear... overly tight yoga clothes? Bending over, doing splits, doing handstands... exposing everything."
"It's okay, we don't need to go to the public yoga room. We can practice in our own room without being disturbed." Draco instantly understood her concerns; he also had his own selfish motives.
"Practice is good..." Hermione nodded.
"Practicing yoga is good; sitting for long periods and rushing around can make your whole body stiff. Yoga can relax your back, stretch your posture, and relieve fatigue."
"I'll go back to my room first, I'll be right back." Trillian left the presidential suite; she needed to change into her yoga clothes.
While Trillian was away, Draco asked with a hint of anticipation, "Honey, do you want to wear yoga clothes? I'll help you pick one out?"
"You want to stare at me in my tracksuit again, don't you?" Hermione saw through his little scheme and teased.
"No way!" Draco looked at her clothes and said, "This outfit isn't very convenient for practicing yoga."
"It's not very convenient..." Hermione glanced down at her pants, but still refused, "It'll have to do."
At that moment, the door was gently pushed open, Trillian returned, still wearing the same form-fitting yoga outfit she had worn to the gym that morning.
Upon seeing Trillian's attire, Hermione's gentle gaze faded, her brow furrowing almost imperceptibly, a hint of resentment lingering in her heart.
"So, you were wearing clothes like this when you exercised together this morning?" Hermione glanced at the two of them.
"Of course not!" Trillian looked at Hermione's dark face and naturally wouldn't admit it. "I only wear this outfit for yoga."
"I was wearing casual clothes this morning," Draco chimed in.
Seeing Hermione's expression soften, Trillian began to persuade Hermione: " Hermione, you really should try on the yoga clothes."
"This clothing is specially designed for free movement. It's highly elastic, doesn't trap sweat, and allows for all stretching and bending movements without feeling restrictive like everyday clothes."
Hermione's thoughtful and practical advice hit the nail on the head. She already found her everyday clothes inconvenient, and now that she was convinced, her inner turmoil slowly dissipated. She also began to have the idea of changing into a suitable yoga outfit. The main thing was that Trillian wore those clothes, wouldn't Draco be seduced by that woman?
"Fine, if we're going to practice, we need to wear something suitable." She turned to Draco, "Hurry up and get me a set."
"Immediately!" Draco thought to himself and redeemed a set of peach-shaped buttocks exercise shorts yoga outfit from the System Shop.
"No way!" Hermione refused as soon as she saw the style of the clothes. She was a little embarrassed. " Draco, why do you always choose outfits like this? These shorts are way too short."
"It's alright!" Draco said. "Anyway, there's no one else here, just me, your husband. What, would I eat you up?"
"Yes, Hermione!" Trillian chimed in.
On the surface, she appeared harmless, but inside she was overjoyed: this outfit was exactly the same as the Draco wouldn't let her wear that morning, and it would create an obvious, embarrassing crease...
She wanted to see Hermione's reaction when she put it on.
"But you're here!" Hermione glanced awkwardly at Trillian. "It's so embarrassing to be dressed like this."
"It's really okay," Trillian patiently reassured her. "We're both girls, I won't overthink it or find it strange. It's just sportswear, so relax."
"Well... I'll give it a try." After several gentle persuasions from Draco and the other, Hermione reluctantly agreed.