160 A Stunner Like Himself Could Not Possibly Be the Bottom Party

Having the vital organ of his manhood held stunned Pei Zhen. He froze and widened his eyes in shocked surprise at Fu Sichen. "You…"

Fu Sichen's expression darkened, and the aura was overbearing to the point of dangerous. But the next moment, as Pei Zhen shook off his state of shock, the sense of foreboding had disappeared.

"What abs?" In an evil flick of his hand, Fu Sichen hit Pei Zhen's lower abdomen, then he straightened up and smiled. "A lazy person like you can only dream of abs."

"Hey!" Pei Zhen retorted angrily in embarrassment.

"You want to see abs?" Fu Sichen smiled slightly, and with a lift of his arms, removed his top to reveal his upper torso. "This is the real Schwarzenegger II."

The physique of golden ratio and a perfectly defined six-pack; Pei Zhen couldn't stop himself from reaching out for a touch.

Angry!