Lu Yizhou grabbed his shirt by the back and dragged it smoothly over his head before discarding it to the side without so much as a glance. Next, his pants and boxer briefs followed. Lu Yizhou let them pooled around his feet as he took a step out. All the while, he never broke eye contact with Ellen.
In a blink of an eye, he stood in his naked glory, all sinewy muscles and glorious edges. Ellen did not hide how he blatantly eyed Lu Yizhou's pecs with interest, his golden eyes darkening as they swept him up and down. In the matter of seconds, the air between them was brewing in tension and sparks.
Lu Yizhou raked his fingers through his hair and said hoarsely, "Scoot forward a bit."
