Long Xiliang was showering with cold water, his body wholly exposed to Lu Xiaoyou's gaze without the concealment of steam.
With one hand holding up the shower curtain, she leaned against the door frame, like a spoiled scion of a noble family, eyeing Long Xiliang's body with a mischievous, indulgent look.
This man, always so unattainable and revered by others, is now in the eyes of Lu Xiaoyou like a piece of perfect art.
His well-built but not overly muscular frame, the lines of his muscles are drawn with a perfection that artists struggle to replicate.
With his back to her, as he turned to the side, the lines of his shoulder blades were irresistibly charming, and the contours of his finely shaped clavicle just visible below his neck.
And his buttocks were firm and well-shaped, irresistibly making one want to reach out and touch them~
Such a thought did cross Lu Xiaoyou's mind, but before she could act, the man under the showerhead sternly admonished:
