The muscular chest, the narrow waist, it made Sang Qian unconsciously blush. She wrung out a towel from the basin and, as she wiped him down, her gaze flitted about, hardly daring to look at his body.
When she turned him over to wipe his back, Sang Qian couldn't help but swallow her saliva. The lines of his spine were smooth, lean yet bursting with masculine tension.
His physique was just like his face, perfect beyond reproach.
Having wiped down his upper body, Sang Qian found herself sweating profusely, knowing it wasn't only due to the physical effort but also out of embarrassment.
She was actually feeling shy in front of a comatose man; it wasn't that her self-control was too weak, but that Ji Chengzhou's physique was just too impressive.
It's natural to yearn for beautiful things, a common human sentiment. She was only human and couldn't escape it.
But the thought of having to wipe his lower body next...
