His lean, muscular body was instantly exposed to the air.
His chest was broad and solid, his abdomen flat and taut. Every inch of muscle radiated strength, like a meticulously sculpted work of art.
Mitian did not mind being bare from the waist up. He spread his hands somewhat helplessly. "Ah..."
"So this is what you like..."
He took a step forward. "You should have said so..."
"What a shame. This isn't my body..."
Seeing that Bo Yi was still staring at "his" body, he sounded a little jealous. "What's so good about this body..."
"My figure... looks much better than this one."
As Mitian spoke, he walked toward Bo Yi, earnestly advising him, "If you like it, why don't you wait until we get back-" Before he could finish, a finger pressed against his chest.
Bo Yi planted his fingertip against the approaching chest, ruthlessly stopping him from coming any closer.
Mitian chuckled and raised a hand to catch his finger. But Bo Yi abruptly withdrew his hand, leaving Mitian grasping at empty air. He was about to tease him when, a moment later, someone seized his shoulders and-whoosh-spun him around 180 degrees.
Mitian: "?"
He turned his head slightly, about to ask whether Bo Yi intended to admire him from every angle, only to see Bo Yi staring at his back with a look of understanding. "So that's it..."
On Mitian's back-or rather, the back of his current body-several scars the size of a bowl's rim ran from his shoulders to his waist. Some were swollen and hardened, covered in thick scabs; others had not fully healed, their edges still faintly red.
Bo Yi extended a finger and gently traced it down his spine.
Found the extra arms...
"Mm..." Mitian shivered, seemingly ticklish. "What did you find?"
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