In the bedroom.
The weather is still cold, the spring in the Imperial City is still chilly.
But Mu Anhan feels herself getting hotter and hotter.
Could it be that the heating is turned up too high?
Yes! It must be like this.
Mu Anhan took off her sweater, wearing only a thin T-shirt.
She watched the man doing push-ups, and wondered why she was feeling more and more parched.
Could it be that this man, while sweating profusely, is generating an overwhelming allure?
His wheat-colored skin, his large droplets of sweat, stimulate her adrenaline, making her irresistibly moved?
Gu Xiaozhan wore nothing but a pair of tight black shorts, accentuating his firm muscles.
He had removed all his clothes while doing push-ups, leaving only a bit of fabric on him.
He is a well-trained person, each of his push-ups very standard, flowing like clouds and water.
And every inch of his body looks like a spectacular visual feast.
Actually, at night, he sleeps in pajamas.
