You still have to wear them at ho!
"Because... there are visitors, and visitors might find it inconvenient!"
Bo Tingshen: "Do you count?"
Ye Xian: "..." Who’s saying I’m not a person?
She tilted her head, fumbling as she put down the food, "CEO, I’m taking off first!"
Her wrist was suddenly grabbed by the man.
Ye Xian turned her face in confusion, just in ti to see... he’d sat down, but how could his figure still look so good?
Realizing she was again staring at his physique, Ye Xian imdiately shook her head, pretending she hadn’t seen anything.
Bo Tingshen noticed her gaze, and a playful arc lifted at the corner of his eyes, "Why so shy? It’s not like you haven’t seen it before."
"Of course I haven’t seen it! How could I have seen it!"
"You haven’t seen Jiang Wanze’s?"
Jiang Wanze...
I had seen it.
During dance practice, but Jiang Wanze’s wasn’t like his, couldn’t tell why, just different!
"I’ve seen it."
Bo Tingshen tightened his grip on her hand, "Between his and mine, whose looks better?"
"???"
Was he comparing their abs?
How could he be so childish, like a little kid?
Ye Xian blinked, unable to lie, "Yours, yours."
Bo Tingshen appeared satisfied, "Really, how good-looking?"
Ye Xian: "..."
"CEO, you should put on a shirt! Where are your clothes? I’ll get them for you."
"Bedroom."
Ye Xian imdiately dashed into the bedroom, opened the wardrobe, randomly grabbed a shirt, and ran back, "Here!"
Bo Tingshen: "Help put it on."
Ye Xian: "..." The CEO really isn’t content unless he’s giving a hard ti each day.
"You should put it on yourself, I..."
"Then I won’t wear it."
"Stretch out your arm."
Ye Xian straightened the shirt, slipping it up his arms.
Why does the CEO manage to keep his figure so well even though he sits in the office every day? Even the muscles on his arms looked so strong and powerful, these biceps, even in a relaxed state looked like they could knock her out with a punch.
Not to ntion those sharply defined eight-pack abs, truly better than a top male model’s physique.
Such a looker.
No wonder she felt sothing was off at a glance earlier, she had seen plenty of male actors’ abs in the entertainnt industry, but their pale, tender abs seed like they’d disappear if they skipped the gym for three days, yet the CEO’s were robust, taut, and particularly... aesthetic, a perfect inverted Gold triangle where each muscle seed sculpted by an artist’s hand, naturally ford, just a glance could let you feel the strong male hormone presence.
Thinking of Mr. Bo’s and Mother Bo’s good looks, Ye Xian inwardly sighed. It’s all in the genes.
Bo Tingshen leisurely buttoned up, noticing her awkward expression, "Why can’t you look at ?"
Ye Xian: "You... without a shirt, it looks weird."
"What’s weird about it?"
Ye Xian: "Weirdly good-looking."
Bo Tingshen paused while buttoning, a spark suddenly brightening in his deep, narrow eyes, "Ye Xian, you..."
"CEO, it’s flattery I just learned, aren’t you really pleased by it!"
Ye Xian watched him proudly, as Bo Tingshen’s expression slowly shifted from warm to cold, "What did you say?"
Seeing his sudden change, Ye Xian inwardly scorned. He was obviously overjoyed listening to her flattery just now, and still he had to pretend!
"Nothing much, just praising how good your physique is, CEO!"
"You don’t have a good physique?"
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