When Shen Yiming followed Zhao Renjie into the dressing room, the bridal shop manager was respectfully holding an ironed black shirt.
Li Zishen was standing in front of a gold-framed mirror.
He raised an eyebrow and took off his white shirt, revealing his muscular upper body. His skin glowed a healthy wheat color under the lights, with smooth and powerful muscles like a perfect sculpture.
Shen Yiming couldn't help but stare a few more times, secretly admiring.
Goodness, still so charming!
He knew that Li Zishen always kept fit, but he didn't expect that at 30, he could still maintain such superb form. It was maddeningly admirable—so much so that even a man like him found it appealing.
Li Zishen seemed to notice Shen Yiming's unusual gaze and his lips curved into a proud smile.
His movements were quick and nimble, without delay. Soon, he was wearing the new shirt, starting to button up, his fingers long and flexible, each movement exuding masculinity.
