The way her fingers poked his abdomen muscle left him feeling weird. Ying, however, didn't realize. She was too engrossed in her 'research'. But this was his first time having someone so eager to look around.
"What are you even doing?" he questioned her when she was done counting and even gave him a thumbs up in appreciation.
"I'm wondering how come you're hiding such a good body underneath this shirt? I could never tell you work out if I didn't touch it accidentally."
"I'm a celebrity. Keeping a good figure is one of the requirements."
"Oh, right. It's just for the good figure. What's the point of having muscles if you can't even fight?"
"And who said I can't fight?"
"Can you?" asked Ying curiously.
"As a matter of fact, I have a black belt in karate."
"Oh, really?" Ying didn't believe him even when he nodded she went on, "I don't buy it though."
"And how will you believe it?"
"If only you can win from me."
