Su Yaqing usually spoke with a lazy, nonchalant air, her tone casual and carefree, her brows and eyes radiating the composure of a mature, confident woman.
Anyone who saw her would think she had been through countless romances and was completely at ease when it came to men and women.
But only she knew the truth: well into her twenties, she had never been in a relationship.
Just now, when she'd stolen a glance at Lu Yuan's bare upper body—the firm, flowing lines of his muscles, the icy mist curling over his pale skin, and his uniquely youthful, upright figure—an inexplicable ripple stirred in her heart.
A faint but unmistakable warmth slowly spread from her chest, creeping through her limbs and bones. Even her cheeks flushed a light pink, and her breathing unconsciously grew softer.
She knew perfectly well that she absolutely couldn't keep looking.
If she did, she'd only lose control even more...
But that unfamiliar flutter and curiosity clung to her thoughts like vines, leaving her unable to look away. If anything, the longer she watched, the more captivated she became.
She forced herself to stand calmly where she was, but her back, turned toward Lu Yuan, had gone slightly rigid. Her fingers unconsciously clutched the hem of her clothes, while her fiery red hair fell over her shoulders, hiding her flushed cheeks.
After a moment, she still couldn't resist. Her head turned ever so slowly, ever so slightly, and she sneaked a few more glances at Lu Yuan. Her eyes darted away, only to linger again, while her heart pounded wildly in her chest, beating far too fast.
Deep down, she was both embarrassed and annoyed. She silently cursed, *This little brother—why does he have to be so handsome, with such a great body? He's obviously tempting