"Ophelia, have you changed your diet recently?"
"What's up, Dean?" Ophelia struggled to control the shaking of her body, and she glanced curiously at the figure behind her as she tilted her head slightly.
"I feel like your figure is getting better. Look, I can hardly bring myself to let go of my hand." Dean, who was exercising his lower back strength, slightly increased the grip of his hands.
"This... maybe... is your credit~" Ophelia gritted her teeth and endured.
"That's right!" Dean straightened up one last time, "Oh~ I love this feeling, do you? Ophelia~"
"Hey~" Ophelia, lying on the bed, lifted her arm and playfully slapped Dean's chest, "That question is too rude, Dean."
"OK, our cello prodigy is not suited to answer that question." Dean pulled out some papers from the bed's headboard and handed them to Ophelia, who grabbed the tissues and casually wiped the sweat off her forehead.