Jiang Jiu subconsciously looked at Jiang Siyan, who was practicing boxing.
Perhaps it was a habit retained from his days of underground boxing while studying abroad.
Each punch Jiang Siyan threw seemed almost to carry the wind, leaving dents on the sandbag that then returned to their original form. This display of masculine power struck Jiang Jiu with a burst of professional enthusiasm; she couldn't help but snap a few pictures of Jiang Siyan.
Tsk, tsk, tsk, if I had a DSLR, this would be an instant hit!
If she were to sell these pictures, she might even make a small fortune.
But the very thought of others seeing this sexy side of Jiang Siyan made Jiang Jiu unwilling to play that game; she would get jealous.
Suddenly, Jiang Siyan looked toward the camera.
Jiang Jiu was startled and quickly sorted out her phone, "Are you done with your workout?"
The man grabbed a towel nearby and wiped his sweat, "We agreed to a workout, but you quit after five minutes."
