She finally "accidentally" stroked his abs a couple of times before letting go with a hint of regret.
Jiang Yan’s shoulders were broad and his waist narrow, yet he was packed with raw power—not at all like the artificial muscles built in modern gyms with protein powder. Feeling the heat source pull away, Jiang Yan finally dared to breathe. He wanted to scold her, but she had already claimed it wasn't intentional. Besides, she seemed to realize she’d done something naughty; with her head bowed and her face full of guilt, the lecture he had on the tip of his tongue was swallowed back down.
Outside the window, it was pitch black. Only the light from the overhead bulb bathed her delicate, pretty features and intoxicating dimples in a warm glow.
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