He had spent six years behind bars and hadn't seen a woman in a long time... let alone a body this breathtakingly bare.
The last time his rationality had been so close to collapse was six years ago, during that drunken night with Bai Ning.
Huo Tingxiao realized he had witnessed something he shouldn't have. He quickly averted his gaze and turned his back before An Muxin could scream, offering an apologetic remark:
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
He turned around, his posture tall and strong, especially the physique beneath his shirt. Even through the fabric, it was clear how firm his muscles were.
An Muxin's gaze followed the man's upright back and landed on his close-cropped hair, and she instantly guessed his identity.
She hadn't expected to meet the Third Young Master of the Huo Family in this way.
A mix of shame and a strange thrill stirred within her.