In the neatly tidied room,
Wang Yuyan's eyes darted around as she observed Jiang Dali's tightly intertwined muscles, feeling as if the air she breathed was filled with a strange, intense aroma that made her knees weak.
Her ears, neck, and face began to visibly redden rapidly; she almost bit her lip to force herself to step forward.
Following Jiang Dali's instructions on the cultivation route, she dipped her brush in ink and drew lines on his imposing body.
This was just a simple task.
But by the time Wang Yuyan had finished, she was drenched in sweat and breathing heavily, so she simply closed her eyes and dared not look any longer.
Upon seeing Wang Yuyan's shame and embarrassment that made her want to flee the room, Jiang Dali sighed inwardly.
The native women of the Mixed Martial Arts World, compared to the players, were still far too conservative. He had merely shown his strong upper body, which was enough to affect Wang Yuyan so profoundly.
