A solid chest and chiseled abs, adorned with a few faint scars from past battles. In the billowing steam and dim light, there was a rugged, powerful sort of beauty to them.
A faint blush crept up Ming Lingyi's ears, and the heat from his skin seemed to seep right through her cool fingertips. She forced herself not to look away, and only after removing Li Yun's inner shirt did she notice a patch of blood staining the fabric.
Ming Lingyi's gaze stopped short.
Ignoring Li Yun's objections, she moved around the bathing tub and went to stand behind him.
"You can take off my clothes, but don't get any funny ideas!" Li Yun said, trying to sound composed.
He was about to say more, but in the next instant, he fell silent as he felt the soft pads of Ming Lingyi's fingers touch his shoulder blade.
In fact, her touch made the muscles in his back tighten involuntarily.
"What happened here?" Ming Lingyi's voice came from behind him, tinged with distress.
