Fu Sichen had changed into a simple black tank-top.
It hugged his body while subtly outlining the shape of his toned abs. It was clear that under his clothing, he had an impressive figure.
Pei Zhen looked up at Fu Sichen with teary eyes, immediately feeling jealous.
As a rather lazy person, Pei Zhen had hated exercise more than anything else— even going for a ten minute run would make him feel so tired that he would feel like dying. He could only dream of having sculpted muscles.
Seeing Fu Sichen's Greek god body only made him feel even more resentment towards Fu Sichen. He angrily dashed in Fu Sichen's direction.
Even though the white Persian cat's intention was to attack, his master saw his actions as a sign of affection. Fu Sichen knelt on the floor with his hands outstretched. Even after getting scratched by the cat, he still calmly picked the cat up before looking at Xiao Nian with a look of pride.
"He really likes me."
