In the entire camera shot, there's Jiang Zhe's leisurely half-immersed posture and Beifeng's distant figure, which actually harmonizes quite well.
The barrage of comments is excited: "Beifeng's muscles are really not bad at all!"
"I didn't believe Fatty when he said it before, but after all, you can't really tell with clothes on. Now I can truly feel it."
"A man who has such beautifully trained back muscles must have incredible self-discipline."
"Just a thin layer of muscle, lean when clothed, but muscular when not—it's definitely my favorite type of muscle! Love it so much!"
"Can Beifeng take me as a disciple? I don't eat much, and I can help carry bags. There's no need for me to develop too many muscles, just reaching half of what you have would be fine."
"Don't ask me why the screen is wet; I absolutely won't tell you it's because I licked it."
Jiang Zhe leaned on her elbows, watching Beifeng bathe.
