"Brother Cheng has abs and pecs."
Cheng Zhirang paused: "…Why did you suddenly bring this up?"
"Because I felt them."
She mischievously slipped her hand under his shirt, placing it on his abs.
"See, they're real."
"..." Cheng Zhirang grabbed her naughty hand through his shirt, helplessly saying, "Do I need to look at myself? Take your hand out."
"Can I not take it out?"
"Are you still uncomfortable?"
"...Alright, I'll take it out."
She reluctantly withdrew her hand, sneaking a feel just before 'leaving.'
"Don't you film only one movie a year? How do you stay in such great shape?"
Cheng Zhirang pinched her waist and lifted her up, answering, "So that when I join a crew, I can quickly switch to a physique that fits the role."
"So you must maintain a diet and exercise regimen every day? Isn't that tiring?"
"I don't diet, I just don't eat fried or puffed foods. Are you dieting?"
