Shen Yan was brought to the sofa in the room by Qi Si, whose face was chilled with coldness. It was so soft that Qi Si could gently lead her over to sit down.
Seeing Shen Yan's dazed and blank expression, Qi Si's normally cool brows furrowed once again.
The cold words he had intended to say remained unspoken.
That strong arm, from who knows where, pulled out a small medical kit that contained everything needed to treat a wound.
The tall and stately, half-naked man then squatted down in front of Shen Yan.
Shen Yan's eyes widened slightly...
The towel was stretched a bit tight, about to fall off, maybe.
The inverted triangle area... really pretty sexy...
Shen Yan pursed her lips, sitting a bit stiffly straight, her gaze occasionally and unintentionally drifting downward.
This physique... even bent over, there was not a trace of excess fat to be seen, and those abs still wet with water... every exposed part was provoking the imagination...
