Jiang Yumiao really did crave a glimpse of President Ning's eight-pack, and he hadn't seen it in ages.
Whenever Ning Chunchi slept beside him, he always wore a white T-shirt, perfectly proper. He had even bought several identical ones to rotate through.
But tonight, for some reason, Ning Chunchi had actually gone without one!
When he came out of the bathroom, he wore only a pair of black trousers, leaving the firm muscles of his upper body fully exposed.
Jiang Yumiao assumed Ning Chunchi would put on a shirt later. Instead, even when it was nearly time for bed, he kept wandering around in front of him like that, fetching a glass of water one moment and picking something up the next.
Jiang Yumiao didn't want to stare so openly, but he couldn't help it. His eyes kept drifting toward Ning Chunchi!
Ning Chunchi's lips curved slightly, his eyes brimming with pleasure.
Little Grape's gaze was so obvious and heated that there was no way he could miss it.
What was so fun about swimming with Yu He? Didn't he have a better body than Yu He?
When Ning Chunchi finally finished parading around and climbed into bed, pulling the covers over those gorgeous muscles, Jiang Yumiao breathed a sigh of relief and slipped under the covers too.
Once he lay down, his thoughts began to wander. This king room really did have just one large duvet. He wondered how the other guests were doing, especially Yu He and Qin Yuan. Could those two actually sleep together?
Before long, Ning Chunchi moved closer and interrupted his thoughts, leaving him no time to think about the other guests.
An embrace through clothing felt completely different from actual skin-to-skin contact.
Wrapped in Ning Chunchi's arms, Jiang Yumiao was immersed in his cool