She stood there, looking at a doll on the nightstand, turned around when she heard the door open.
When Ye Qingyou was dressed, he looked like a gentle person, tall and thin, but Yang Yin knew that he always had the good habit of working out, so now, wrapped with a towel around his waist, his firm chest muscles were exposed.
His skin was tan, very healthy, and his six-pack abs were evenly distributed. His muscles were perfectly balanced, any more would seem too bulky, any less would look a bit weak, trained just right.
He belonged to the type who looked slim in clothes, but muscular when undressed.
Looking at his physique, Yang Yin suddenly thought of their first time together…
It was during university, the last moments of their senior year, when Ye Qingyou had already started preparing for their wedding after graduation.
