Eliot always wore a white shirt and a pair of black trousers in college. He was as gentle as a slight zephyr. No one had seen him topless. Some students who had watched him play basketball said that Eliot had muscles and he was well-built. However, that was several years ago. Even though his figure did not change, they could not tell if Eliot still had muscles under his clothes.
Eliot held Sydnee in his arms. He had been holding her ever since they entered the room. At this moment, he lowered his head to get closer to Sydnee's face affectionately. He then smiled and said, "Yes, I do. But I can't show them to you."
What he did not say was that he would only show them to his girlfriend, Sydnee.
All the girls felt they were so in love.
But Sydnee froze.
Her body was stiffer than a rock.
"Good heavens. Isn't that a work by the painter whose work was auctioned at the Dalton Hotel for a few million?" Someone noticed the painting on the wall.
