"Why are your hands shaking?"
The young man's low, hoarse, and cold voice sounded above her head.
Wen Ruan puffed up her cheeks and glared at him." I'm not trembling.""
She took a deep breath and lifted the hem of his T-shirt.
The current him still had the thin feeling of a youth. He wasn't as strong as he would be a few years later, but his well-defined abdominal muscles looked thin and strong, like a piece of art carefully carved by a craftsman. Every muscle line was smooth and distinct, evenly arranged, and sexy.
This was the first time Wen Ruan had seen a man's abs up close.
Her delicate little face was flushed red as if it had been dyed with paint. She was obviously very shy, but her fingers could not help but poke one of her abdominal muscles.
