"Ahhh Julian Fairchild is taking off his clothes!!"
"Oh my god, I actually saw the male god's abs!!"
"Things like this only happen in dreams, and it actually happened today?!?"
"Julian Fairchild has such a great body, eight-pack abs, and even that shark muscle!!"
The sports field suddenly became lively because of Julian Fairchild's actions!
Maeve Lane's head was still a bit dizzy, but she could feel that she had been placed on the ground.
The man's fresh and cool scent came over her, her nose filled with Julian Fairchild's fragrance.
The man, who usually buttoned his shirt meticulously all the way to the top, was now bare-chested, revealing firm abs wrapped in a thin layer of clothing, exuding a wild masculine charm.
In the night, Julian Fairchild appeared even more unruly, his handsome and cold face like God's proudest creation, his deep and chilly gaze looking somewhat sharp in the dim light.
He set Maeve Lane down and turned to leave.
