The shirt's buttons were undone one by one.
Before entering the bathroom, he had removed his black shirt and tossed it onto the floor.
His solid, wide back muscles and the perfect inverted-triangle proportion of his figure slipped by as the door closed with a flicker.
Wen Xian: "..."
It had to be said that this time, it was Wen Xian's turn to be somewhat at a loss.
Standing in place, she recalled the words Lu Xiao had just said, and she was truly dumbfounded.
It's not that she had never been liked by women before, but more often, it was the kind of adoration a fangirl has for an idol.
What attracted her the most, of course, was predominantly the affection from the opposite sex, so she had never given much thought to this aspect of herself.
Therefore, when Lu Xiao spoke those words, her mind buzzed, as if filled with paste, unable to discern what he meant.
