His robust chest was now exposed in front of Qin Yin, the skin a honey color, but slightly paler— not the pure honey shade, and it looked as if he were suntanned.
The muscle definition was firm, glistening with a healthy sheen, his body boasting strong muscles, yet not the bulky kind, it was the right kind of muscular.
In Qin Yin's mind suddenly flashed every time they were intimate, and she could see the sweat on his chest...
Her mind was a whirl, and her face flushed instantly.
She quickly turned around to rummage through her bag to find a vest for him, as it wouldn't do to let him wear the coat without anything underneath.
But just as she turned around, Nan Sichen wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.
He buried his head in the crook of her neck, and his voice was low: "What were you just thinking about?"
Qin Yin shook her head in a panic, "No, it's nothing."
"Why is your face so red?"
"I'm a bit hot..." Qin Yin blurted out, but her face grew even redder.
