In the steam-filled bathroom, a man emerged at an unhurried pace. Tall and straight as a pine, he carried a natural air of confidence.
His black hair was still half-wet and hung loose behind his head. A few strands fell across his broad forehead, their droplets sliding down his sharply defined cheeks, past his Adam's apple, and onto his firm chest.
He wore nothing on his upper body. His taut skin held a faint sheen beneath the dim light.
His chest looked sculpted to perfection, its muscles defined without being exaggerated, yet full of strength.
Eight abdominal muscles lined his stomach like squares of fine jade carved by a master craftsman, each one taut.
The striking lines at his hips ran downward like deep ravines, lending his figure a touch of sensuality and wildness.
Water rolled over his body, following the contours of his muscles like playful spirits exploring a perfect form.
His shoulders were broad and solid, and the smooth lines of his arms seemed to hold endless power, as though one casual swing could smash through any obstacle.
A bath towel was tied around his sturdy waist, blocking that heated gaze. Even so, it could not hide his commanding presence. He was like a fierce tyrannosaur!
His long legs were on display, their smooth muscular lines showing their beauty to the fullest.
At the sight of the handsome man before her, Ding Yumian froze. Her breath caught, then gradually grew heavy.
Men were not the only ones stirred by an alluring body. Women could be just as moved by a strong man. One look at his chest, abs, hip lines, and narrow waist was enough to set the imagination running.
Ding Yumian was proof of that. When Mo Xie walked out with his upper body bare, her gaze