Qie Xieling wasn't faring so well either. Calling this man a vixen was an understatement. He was just standing there shirtless staring at him with those bedroom eyes.
His shirtless form glistened with a few beads of water that clung to his skin. The cold air caused his nipples to tighten and pucker slightly making Qie Xieling lick his lips subconsciously. The yang pendant clung to his skin enhancing his allure in Qie Xieling's eyes. His abs were well-defined, each muscle clearly visible beneath his damp skin. His biceps were firm and toned making Qie Xieling recall some obscene things. He recalled his fingernails digging into Luo Muchen's biceps while he entered him for the first time.
Luo Muchen asked, "What's wrong?" as he ruffled his hair that was stuck to his forehead, creating a slightly dishevelled look that only added to his charm.
