Yu Zexiao wasn't clothed, his body completely laid bare. The curtains were open, sunlight slowly filling the entire room. She stood before him, at such a close distance, under such bright light, she could even clearly see every ripple of his muscles, every fine texture of his skin. The little bumps on his chest were pink, like buds about to bloom, and at that moment, they shyly blossomed.
When her hand covered his chest, his nipple rubbed back and forth under her palm. A pure, masculine, and vigorous heartbeat, through the palm of her hand, surged into her body, that intense masculine scent almost made her shiver.
Above her, Yu Zexiao's voice, slightly husky, continued to rise, "Why is my heartbeat so fast? My chest feels so tight, and my head is about to explode."
