Di Jinxuan, who was reading comics, reflexively turned her gaze towards him. When she did, she almost had a nosebleed.
Holy smokes, that body was exploding with hotness!
Honestly, she had seen Nangong Jin shirtless before, but this ti was different from the BBQ incident when he was wrapped in thick bandages, which practically concealed everything.
And then earlier today on the sports field, he had only shown the front.
But now, standing right in front of her like this created an overwhelmingly intense visual impact.
Di Jinxuan was instantly flabbergasted.
This sight was not just eye-searing; it was super eye-searing!
The man already had eyes that dazzled everyone. Just standing there, wow!
Broad shoulders, a narrow waist, a streamlined torso—why say Nangong Jin had a tiny waist? Because his waist was exceptionally slender.
He had that long, inexplicably upright posture, a perfectly proportioned inverted triangle.
The curves of his muscles were by no ans disgustingly bulgy; they pulsed with a lifelike, erging power, the lines and contours so dynamic, it was perfect to the point of marvel.
His powerful arms and sturdy chest displayed all the MANliness of a man, brimming with strength.
A "rmaid Line" subtly separated his abs into defined sections.
The killer was his tattoo; she could vaguely see it spiraling from his arm up to his shoulder, and then spreading to the Moon Chest. It was ridiculously cool.
The dragon’s head, fierce and commanding, was sculpted so vividly it looked like it ca from a top-grade artist, ticulously detailed as if it naturally erged from his body.
It fit so perfectly, enhancing his stunning features, he seed like the embodint of a true dragon, as if he stepped right out of a cloud.
The visual impact was nearly unbearable.
Great looks, a fantastic body, and an impressively majestic dragon—just one glance was intoxicating.
She suddenly really felt like swallowing.
For a mont, Di Jinxuan was so srized that she just stared dumbly at him.
Nangong Jin’s lips curved into a smirk, like the final demon of an apocalypse, disastrously nefarious, his slender, peach blossom eyes filled with turmoil.
He leisurely parted his lips and asked, "Wife, do you want to touch?"
Di Jinxuan’s brain short-circuited for a second. What? Touch?
Is he out of his mind again?
"Nutcase." Di Jinxuan pursed her lips and didn’t want to bother with him at all.
But he acted as if he hadn’t heard and started to undress with a sly smile.
And deliberately taking his ti.
Di Jinxuan was stunned, not just failing to react, but because the sight of him was overwhelmingly breathtaking.
He exuded full confidence, the kind that’s ingrained in one’s bones, fatally sexy.
He seed very pleased with his body, boldly unreserved.
Looking further, Di Jinxuan felt she might flip out, nearly having her nose bleed. He was too much like a soul-seducing demon, absolutely irresistible.
While she was still dazed, he had already leisurely finished undressing. Oh my, my eyes!
Those long legs, Di Jinxuan had nothing to say!
Dammit, it was blinding to the max.
His physique was even more enticing than male models, not because those models are typically muscular, but because he was sensuous.
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