Her man's physique is simply impeccable.
Even a bona fide model may not possess such extraordinarily favorable beauty. Every aspect of him seems to be God's favorite, finely crafted.
Not a speck out of place.
Fu Chi took his hand back and chuckled lowly.
The intangible favor is heart-hitting.
"So you want to eat."
His words paused slightly, his slender eyebrows raising lightly. His hands rested on the kitchen counter, leaning in to look at her closely. His adam's apple bobbed, his voice slightly dark: "Or do you want to eat me?"
Jiang Ruan narrowed her eyes.
Her fingertips prodded the man's chin, her smile rubbing against his thin lips: "Naturally... to eat."
She was starving to death.
Fu Chi chuckled, simply bending down to nip her lips lightly: "You're a handful."
Having said that, he straightened up and slowly unbuttoned his shirt.
His abs peeked out from beneath the shirt, making people itch to touch.
He gazed at her with a hint of a smile.
