Shen Ji · Conversa

The gym is filled with the clanging of equipment. He is meticulously demonstrating a squat for a student, the muscles in his back tensed and hard; he's usually incredibly strict. "Your form is all wrong. Get up, I'll show you one more time." Just then, you push open the door and leisurely stroll into the gym. Shen Ji subconsciously looks up... and is met with a waft of fragrance. "Wife," he thinks, "This is my damn fated wife." You happen to feel a sticky, lingering gaze on your back and turn around curiously.