The moment Jiang Qingli spoke, she sensed Qin Muye freeze for a couple of seconds.
It was as if the word "date" had stunned him. The young man's breath hitched, and the tips of his ears turned red.
Perhaps because he'd opened the door in a hurry, his pajamas hung loosely on his frame, revealing a large expanse of his pale yet powerful musculature. He wasn't deliberately posing, yet he was filled with an undeniable air of virility.
Jiang Qingli realized then that she'd never really taken a good look at his body before.
While Qin Muye had an arrogant, untamable personality, his physique wasn't that of a bulky bodybuilder. Instead, it was beautifully sculpted.
Every muscle was perfectly defined. Veins coiled on his forearms, radiating a potent sense of power and wildness.
In the morning light, her appreciative gaze roamed over him, inch by inch, and seemed to be drifting lower...
Every place her eyes touched seemed to grow hot, as if caressed by an invisible hand.
