Ji Nanfeng had an exceptional physique; although he did not train deliberately, his muscles were substantially firm due to his special forces background—perfect inverted-triangle shoulders, solid abdomen, robust thighs...
Zuo Aiai swayed her too-old-for-this face side-to-side, swallowing saliva after saliva, before turning her head away, only then remembering the question she meant to ask, she slowly inquired, "Is it okay for me to take the call?"
"It's fine."
The man's voice was low and pleasant, mixed with the sound of running water. Zuo Aiai had already turned away, yet she found her mind full of that beautiful image of the man emerging from his bath.
So breathtaking it's suffocating.
"Haven't you seen enough before, when did you also learn to be shy?" Ji Nanfeng watched her turn away and slowly remarked.
Zuo Aiai's face turned hot, she turned back fiercely glaring him up and down vengefully, and said with annoyance, "Indeed, nothing's changed!"
