"Hmm, what are you doing out here running?" Hechengming asked, a flicker of confusion in his eyes.
Sutan caught her breath for a moment before replying, "The Art Troupe requires a physical fitness assessment for the application. I’m practicing early so I don't fail the test when the time comes."
Despite the bitter cold, Hechengming was wearing nothing but a sleeveless undershirt, his powerful abdominal muscles bulging under the night light. The muscular definition on his arms looked as if it had been etched on. Beads of crystal-clear sweat clung to his dark skin, trickling down from his sharp jawline, past his long neck, and rolling onto his chest, soaking through his shirt.
Chapter 24