Gu Shiting was on the verge of losing it.
Feeling flustered by Sheng Tang's questions, he put on a stern face and stuffed a piece of braised beef brisket into her mouth, "Eat!"
Sheng Tang: "..."
She couldn't help but laugh, but she didn't press him further.
The two had a hearty lunch and, worried about indigestion, went out for a walk.
After their walk, Gu Shiting decided to go to the gym in the basement to practice some martial arts.
Sheng Tang remembered that he had learned Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) and said, "How about we spar for a bit?"
Gu Shiting shook his head, "I'm not as good as a coach. What if I accidentally hurt you..."
That comment was a bit hurtful.
Sheng Tang had practiced Sanda for many years, but her new body lacked muscle memory.
"Let's give it a try," she said.
It turned out she was a bit too ambitious.
Gu Shiting was faster, his movements more agile and powerful. Sheng Tang was completely overpowered, unable to move at all.
