"What about the stuff?"
"You wait, I'm going to get it now." Lin Fu said as she hopped downstairs.
Fu Xing watched her light and cheery steps, shaking his head slightly, an attractive curve forming at the corners of his lips involuntarily.
Lin Fu took out the Tiramisu that had already been prepared in the preservation room, along with the nut chocolate cookies she made herself, and when she returned to the rooftop, she saw that Fu Xing had removed his military jacket, wearing only a thin, pure black shirt.
The fabric of the shirt subtly exuded luxury, perfectly accentuating the man's ideal waistline.
Bending over, one could glimpse his vaguely defined six-pack abs through the thin fabric.
Fu Xing's figure was slender and tall, nearly six feet three inches, appearing somewhat lean but actually well-proportioned and perfectly muscled under his clothes.
Lin Fu didn't approach him, just stood aside, her gaze focused and admiring.
