Fu Yisi asked Ji Sang to stay and went to the storage room to fetch a yoga mat.
When he opened the bag, the man unconsciously furrowed his brow. The yoga mat was actually a good brand and didn't have any odor. But to Fu Yisi, it still was somewhat unacceptable.
Ji Sang wanted to take it, but the man raised his hand to stop her. Then, under Ji Sang's astonished gaze, Fu Yisi spread out the yoga mat and placed the blanket he had used earlier on top of it.
"Now it's okay."
Ji Sang: ...
Although Ji Sang had long been accustomed to Fu Yisi's obsession with cleanliness, she still couldn't help but suppress a smile at the scene that had just unfolded.
This kind of stubbornness really did resemble a child's.
"You could have just used that one for me, I don't mind," she said.
Even with the air conditioning on in the gym, exercising on a blanket was still uncomfortable.
But the frown on Fu Yisi's face remained unwavering.
"Dirty."
