The other side.
Jun Yan walked out of the bathroom, casually buttoning up his shirt as he went.
Surrounded by steam, his every movement exuded a hint of mysterious allure.
Si Fan was playing a game. Hearing the noise, she looked up and her gaze deepened.
The man's firm and muscular chest and abs were marked with fresh red claw marks.
She couldn't help but think, how did her hands end up on him while they were kissing?
It seemed... she couldn't control herself.
Indeed, succumbing to desires is human nature.
Suddenly, her gaze sharpened, noticing a flash of a pattern on the edge of his left chest, "What's that on your chest?"
"What?"
As they spoke, the man had already buttoned up until the top layer, restoring his well-dressed appearance.
Si Fan tilted her chin, "There's a red pattern on your left chest."
Upon hearing this, Jun Yan's fingertips paused slightly, his eyes flickering, "It's a tattoo."
