The solid lines and the sensation he'd seen with his eyes were entirely different.
She had indeed studied it for a bit earlier, but most of it was through visual perception, she had almost ignored the impact of touch.
Now with her eyes blindfolded, all her attention focused on her hands, and that impact instantly brought to mind the abdominal muscles and Adonis belt she'd just seen...
The feeling was even more thrilling.
Song Sinian's eyelids slowly fell, and his gaze landed on her little face, eyes covered.
Her utterly unguarded appearance made his heart involuntarily begin to "thump, thump" in a wild beat.
Since earlier, her small hands had been tormenting him, making him wish he could just consume her whole.
But he was afraid such an act would frighten her.
Song Sinian reached out to lightly brush her cheek, leaned his head close to her ear, and in a low and husky voice, slowly said, "Mrs. Song, are you satisfied with your model?"
