He Chen had already started working. His coat was heavy and he took it off, placing it to the side. He was wearing only a thin gray sweater on his upper body.
One long leg was pressed against the thick tree trunk, both hands holding the saw. When he worked, He Chen's immense strength was fully on display, wild and bold.
Gao Huifang was hiding behind the bushes watching him.
From her viewpoint, she could see the muscles on He Chen's arms tense as he exerted himself, lifting the fabric of the sweater, and his thigh stretching tight, filling the pants with solid muscles. He was filled with the beauty of strength from top to bottom.
Just looking at this scene made Gao Huifang's heart involuntarily surge with indescribable feelings. She looked down at her own relatively clean clothes, tidied them up a bit, and then, with a flushed face, summoned the courage to walk out.
"He Chen..."
