Practitioners of the Dao mostly favored graceful, flowing robes; only Liangchen always wore an ink-black pantsuit, which perfectly set off the slender, well-proportioned lines of his legs.
With broad shoulders and a narrow waist, long legs and a firm seat, coupled with his striking appearance and roguish, unruly demeanor, one had to admit that every time he drew near, it was impossible to ignore his aggressive, wild aura.
Yet he was the sort of person acutely aware of his own appeal, knowing precisely how to deploy his overflowing male hormones to the absolute limit.
Chapter 205