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Gyms are not suitable places for pregnant women.
Since he was in the late stages of pregnancy, Qin Guanglin, bored out of his mind, had left He Fang at home to watch TV and went to the gym at the corner to unleash his excess energy by sweating it out—without something to do and staying with her all day, he felt suffocated.
Helping around wasn't satisfying, so he could only lift weights at the gym with a bunch of big guys, grunting as they competitively did their squats and bench presses.
He braved the snow to go out and braved the snow to come back. The living room light was very bright; He Fang was sitting on the sofa watching a melodramatic series, the characters in the TV weeping and wailing, furiously shouting—classic melodrama, she watched listlessly, handling an orange, popping a segment into her mouth, her bright red lips mumbling twice, then spitting out two seeds.
