Chapter 258: The True Qi Blood Pill Freedom_1

"Miss Locke, I think you can push a bit harder."

"I need to push harder? Oh, okay...okay."

Greg Jensen sat on the yoga mat, his legs slightly apart, while Jophia Locke lay on his back, pressing down hard.

This time, Greg Jensen didn't simply lie down; instead, he secretly exerted strength to hold Jophia Locke up, pretending that he couldn't bend down.

Jophia Locke indeed took the bait, leaning her entire body on him and gritting her teeth as she pushed, seemingly trying to reclaim the dignity of being a personal trainer.

Feeling the softness on his back, Greg Jensen's heart blossomed with joy.

Wasn't this more comfortable than a massage?

No wonder so many men and women love to frolic in the gym; it really is delightful.

A simple hip opening exercise, and the two of them played for more than half an hour; Greg Jensen was completely unfazed, while Jophia Locke was left panting and exhausted.