Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

"A dumbbell is an object. A certain architect's adage, you know?

"Proper, I definitely made it up now, didn't I? I'm not leaving that adage behind."

"Hibiscus is worthy of Mr. Maricana… a philosopher's adage"

"Oh, already, whatever!

Still gushing, he threw through the disgusting Mr. Mayria, sat down on a machine that lifted his legs, determined the load, and started exercising. Yeah, that's a moderate load. In front of the mirror in front of him, a mukimuki man poses and hits with joy. Pleasure.

Ku, it weighs a lot. Push up the weight with one foot with that instrument that glows black, and now repeat with the opposite foot. Did you get the hang of doing it for a while, or I can't help but slide my legs off. All right. Here we go.

The man in front of the mirror is swelling his brachial muscles with force, watching the mirror slightly with his face. It was indeed a tight physical beauty. Give me a break, I wiped my face with a towel and ingested protein. I drank so much that my throat rang. Pass the container to the soldier and resume training as he resigns.