Chi Huan nodded, "You have a great figure, comparable to an international male model. Can't I have a look?"
"Do you have to see?"
"Is it that you won't let me, or that I can't see?"
Mo Shiqian looked at her for a while, didn't speak, and sighed softly. Then he slowly started unbuttoning his shirt one by one.
His movements were slow, visually very elegant.
First, his well-defined chest, then downward to a uniformly distributed set of abs, and further down to an even sexier and clearer Adonis belt.
After unbuttoning the last one, he took off his black shirt and threw it beside the bed.
Chi Huan's gaze rested on his bare upper body for a moment before moving back to his face, and she asked in a hoarse voice, "The scars on your body... where did they come from?"
The man's eyes darkened slightly, "Are you asking because you truly don't know, or because you want to know?"
