Before Wen Xuyu could tap to see the details, her phone was snatched away. She looked up instinctively to find Bian Xunzhou standing in front of her.
He was wearing a black tracksuit, the fabric soaked with sweat and clinging to his chest, outlining clear muscle definition. A few strands of black hair fell across his forehead, and his dark eyes were sharp, harboring a trace of wildness.
Had this man been out for a morning workout?
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