Luo Muchen subconsciously glanced at his broad shoulders, toned arms, and muscular chest that rippled with each move. When Qie Xieling stretched his arms and twisted his torso he couldn't help but stare at the wide expanse of his chest, the deep grooves of his abs, and the curve of his biceps. He was unwittingly been sucked in by Qie Xieling's perfect figure and he couldn't help but stare longer.
While Qie Xieling was wiping his hair the video suddenly got disconnected but the audio was still on.
"Wait, why did you switch off the camera? Is it too inconvenient? I wanted to ask you how I look. Is it better than when I first came in," he said further digging a grave for his best friend.
Bo Ailun cleared his throat before yelling, "What nonsense are you talking about? We aren't that close."
Qie Xieling chuckled softly before saying, "Not yet. You will fall for my charm soon."
Bo Ailun, "..."
Luo Muchen, "..."