R-18 scenes can be skipped, it'll still make sense >.<
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As Xu Feng lay catching his breath and taking in the man in front of him. Xuan Yang steadily began to undress, exposing his firm chest.
Xu Feng had a glimpse of this chest and abs once before, but seeing it in person was different. Xuan Yang was leaner than the muscles Xu Feng felt earlier in the day. He was fit and muscled, but still lean looking when his robes were on. Not like a frail scholar in the least.
Xu Feng's eyes continued to move downward as he tried to prop himself up, taking in the healthy soft skin…Xuan Yang was very gifted.
His delicate hands were a good example of what he was packing, but they both were beautiful without a blemish in sight.
Even straining with veins in sight, Xuan Yang's small, not so small, sword was eye-catching, like a flower in spring, about to bloom. With color in the right places, it looked…appetizing?
