His hands– or rather, this body's hands. They were different from the hands that he was used to seeing every day in the past two-plus years. Not as slender and tender and soft-looking. Instead, they had a very steady yet attractive look about them.
Long piano fingers with distinct knuckles. The colour was fair and unblemished, but there was also an underlying sense of firmness. Looking further up, the arms were finely muscled– not bulging, yet they looked strong and beautiful. This was a beautiful hand. And it was clear that it belonged to a man. Just one look and the unfamiliar familiarity hit Yang Jingshen with more force than a high-speed truck. Fierce and shatteringly strong in its wake.
"Wh- what is this?"
