"I won't give in." She puts her palms on his chest. She's surprised to find it smooth and clean. The wounds are already healed. Instead of pushing him away, she runs her palms over his chest. "Not even a scar."
Fu Sheng doesn't utter a word. He watches her face intently. Momentarily, she forgets about her goal, distracted by what's in front of her eyes. She runs her fingers downward toward his toned abdomen, tracing the sculpted abs. Her feathery touch makes him quiver. He holds back from pounding onto her. He sees curiosity mixed with rising concupiscence in those peach blossom eyes. Her fingers stop on his belly button.
"You could have been a model." She meets his gaze. "Do you work out every day to maintain this body?"
"..." What type of question is that?
Huang Qiuyan clicks her tongue in disapproval. "I don't like men who are too sexy. They are bad news. There will always be women chasing after you."
