He couldn't have expected that Xia Siyu was worried about her "marital happiness" and wanted to help him rejuvenate. His voice trembled a bit: "Well, I can, but don't you want to read a book?"
Xia Siyu shook his arm persistently: "Listening to you talk is better than reading for ten years. Reading is not as important as exercising. Come on, come on, help me out, please."
Although Bo Yan found it a bit strange, her continuous shaking of his arm made him uncomfortable. Xia Siyu's attempt to act cute was awkward, like a bear scratching a tree, and after being shaken for a while, Bo Yan's arm was nearly falling apart, so he reluctantly stood up: "Alright, alright, I'll go with you."
Xia Siyu quickly brought over a yoga mat and laid it down. Unfortunately, these yoga mats hadn't been used in ages and were covered in dust, so they weren't usable. Xia Siyu smiled sweetly: "I'll wipe it down," and then turned to grab a white T-shirt.
