Xu Mushen had always been muscular.
His pectoral muscles were solid slabs, making him appear lean when clothed, while his shirtless form revealed his muscular physique.
He was just sitting there, his muscular lines making Xu Qiaoqiao swallow and unable to remove her eyes from him, as if they were glued to him.
She cleared her throat, her gaze flickering inconsistently.
She walked over with a basin of water, soaked a towel in it, then strode toward Xu Mushen and handed him the towel: "Here, wipe yourself first."
Xu Mushen stared at her and asked, "Where should I wipe?"
Where to wipe?
Had this guy never wiped his own body before?
Xu Qiaoqiao replied, "Of course, you start with your hands, then your arms, neck, chest, back, abdomen...gradually going downwards!"
Xu Mushen flirted, "Where's downward?"
Xu Qiaoqiao's face turned as red as a monkey's butt!
She angrily replied, "Downwards means...it means downwards!"