Having just finished bandaging his wound, Xiaoyao draped an inner tunic over him without tying the sash, forced him to drink some blood, and then burrowed straight into his arms. Her face pressed tightly against his chest, leaving a large, sticky patch of her own tears all over his robust, muscular chest. Knowing that Lord Xiangliu was usually the cleanest of men, she figured he must find this utterly unbearable, and hurriedly reached out with her small hand to wipe it away... Ah... what a wonderful texture...
His skin was exceptionally white, almost translucent, and extraordinarily smooth, seeming to gleam. Her small hand rubbed back and forth across his chest, then turned into lingering, reluctant caresses...
Stealing a sideways glance downward, she saw his abdomen was flat and smooth, with an eight-pack of well-defined abdominal muscles, and at the sides... wait... the famous shark-gills? She had heard of them, but never seen them... They were... truly... breathtakingly gorgeous! For a moment, Xiaoyao forgot her heartache, forgot her distress, forgot her sorrow. The only thought echoing in her head was: *They are so gorgeous!*
Chapter 42