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Eight pack abs, each muscle of the chest sharply defined.
But not those over-trained, exaggerated muscles.
His physique was extremely proportional.
Meanwhile, Winnie, her eyes full of surprise, caressed them unconsciously.
Her touch made his heart itch with a peculiar sensation.
He leaned over and tapped her forehead, "Taking advantage of me, aren't you?"
Winnie's face flushed red as she squeezed out a smile.
Turning her head to the side, she said, "What's wrong with a sister touching her little brother?"
When they first met,
Winnie used to call him little brother, but ever since finding out Fang Hao's identity, she could only address him formally as 'sir'.
In public, she had to bow and pay attention to etiquette.
Fang Hao didn't pay her any mind and threw the damaged lampshade to one side, replacing it with a new one.
After everything was replaced and he stepped down from the chair,
Winnie's cheeks were even redder.