As soon as Duan Feifei left, Guo Yi took off his clothes and went into the bathroom for a shower. He came out wrapped in a bath towel. His wet hair added a touch of masculinity. On his chest, large abdominal muscles with perfect curves, his bulging muscles were not as exaggerated as those of a fitness coach.
Guo Yi's muscles were full of vitality, unlike those of fitness coaches, which looked like dead flesh, more like bricks stuck on one by one.
Guo Yi's physique was very perfect, and with his muscular body, he looked even more handsome and compelling.
Wrapped in a bath towel, Guo Yi leaned against the headboard, endlessly pondering in his mind. Perhaps, after resolving this matter, he could consider going to the Holy Ruins Palace. Searching for the entrance to the Holy Ruins.
