Yun Xuefei saw this, her face burning, but her tone remained calm: "Don't rummage through my things. Also, I'm just searching for inspiration."
"Seeking inspiration from men's bodies..." Huo Yanzhao laughed hoarsely. He put the magazine back in its place, his dark eyes locked onto her, "My physique is not inferior to these models."
"So what." Yun Xuefei's voice was calm, the blush on her face yet to fade, "You can leave now."
Huo Yanzhao looked at her for a while, then suddenly reached out and took off his jacket.
The weather was still cold, so he was wearing a wool sweater underneath, which outlined his broad shoulders and narrow waist, indeed no worse than the models in the magazine.
"Taking off your jacket is useless; your physique no longer holds any allure for me." Yun Xuefei glanced away.
Huo Yanzhao's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he suddenly stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her waist.
