Tan Zhenghong chuckled foolishly twice, quickly propped up the fallen items, and snickered, his wife's shy look was really cute.
With that incident, acupuncture that evening became awkward.
Once Qiao Duo'er was done with the needles, she couldn't help but let her eyes wander. Before her was a handsome man wearing nothing but a pair of short shorts that were rolled up at the waist, revealing an undeniable physique. How could she not have her mind race with thoughts?
She unconsciously swallowed, that dry-mouthed feeling returning.
After watching for a while, Qiao Duo'er impulsively reached out and touched his abs.
Springy, firm to the touch, it felt pretty good.
After pressing on the abs, her hand gradually moved up to the chest muscles, where she paused again, thinking about the flatness of her own chest, Qiao Duo'er felt depressed.
How could her chest be smaller than a man's? So troubling.
