When Xiao Jinyan leaned in, he carried a distinct masculine scent that swirled around her nose, making her a bit dizzy.
Plus, his voice was already pleasant to listen to, and when he deliberately lowered it, it became all the more fatally seductive.
Shen Chuwei stared at the evenly sculpted chest muscles before her, their defined and smooth texture, and as a half art student, she regarded the physique of a handsome man with a discerning and appreciative eye.
She had seen it countless times, yet every time she did, she felt it was a pity not to model that body.
Shen Chuwei thought to herself that she shouldn't be lascivious, but she couldn't control her foolishly wandering hand.
Her slender fingers touched the firm abs, feeling their solid and resilient texture, slightly damp with sweat, probably from sitting too close to the bonfire.
Xiao Jinyan supported himself with his hands on the couch, his eyes cast down at her tentatively approaching hand, hungry eyes darkening his gaze.