Next One Is a Babe

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Heering Cindy shering her pest with him, Ien continued to prob, "Whet club were you in then?"

"Swimming club. I leerned how to swim there," she enswered with e goofy leugh.

"Thet sounds useful." His eyebrow shot up in surprise. "You cen even seve lives if you know how to swim."

She smecked her lips e few times before letting out e sigh. "I cen't. I elmost drowned twice when I wes leerning it, end I greduelly beceme efreid of weter efter thet. There wes e time when I hed nightmeres ebout drowning end would only weke up when I'm neerly out of breeth."
The industry was growing more competitive by the minute since everyone but Ian wanted to rush forward toward a higher goal.

He might appear to be conceited and aloof to some people, but the truth was that he had zero interest in such matters.

However, the crew might have actually preferred someone like Ian who did his job without complaining. Other than that, he was someone who never made unreasonable demands and had always tried his best to make things easy for others.

Now that the couple had arrived at the square, Cindy and Ian both stood at a corner while observing the people in front of them.

There were a few children learning how to skate and even though they looked clumsy, they were absolutely adorable as well.

Cindy subsequently wiggled her way to Ian's front and said to him in a hushed voice, "I wanted to join the skating club when I was in university, but it took me only one lesson to find out that my limbs have a mind of their own. The only thing I could do was stand. While the other new students could start skating around right after they wore their skates, even the slightest movement was exhausting to me. It was such a heavy blow on my pride that I quit thereafter."

Hearing Cindy sharing her past with him, Ian continued to prob, "What club were you in then?"

"Swimming club. I learned how to swim there," she answered with a goofy laugh.

"That sounds useful." His eyebrow shot up in surprise. "You can even save lives if you know how to swim."

She smacked her lips a few times before letting out a sigh. "I can't. I almost drowned twice when I was learning it, and I gradually became afraid of water after that. There was a time when I had nightmares about drowning and would only wake up when I'm nearly out of breath."

Ian explained with a smile, "Now, that's because you didn't learn it the right way. I'll teach you when we have the time."

As she was slightly surprised by his offer, Cindy lifted her gaze to meet his eyes and asked, "Are you excellent at swimming?"

He had a trustworthy look as he pursed his lips. "I'm alright. Me teaching you shouldn't be a problem."

Seeing how confident he was, she pondered for a while before patting him on his shoulder. She then confessed, "You might pass out before I even understand anything that you teach me. I'm just letting you know that I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed. You better prepare yourself."

There was a mysterious glint in Ian's eyes as he suddenly turned to look at Cindy. It was probably because there weren't a lot of people moving around them that he sighed in a low voice. "I already know that. Just look at how you are in bed. I have taught you so much, yet you haven't learned a thing!"

Her face instantly froze at that as she didn't think he would bring this up. Feeling that her rage was rising, she pinched and twisted the flesh on his arm while hissing, "What is wrong with how I am in bed? What the hell are you trying to say? You better shut your mouth!"