Su Jingchen enjoyed the tender care Yu Xiaolian lavished upon him, her hands roaming all over, until he grasped the restless little hand on his chest and sighed helplessly, "It's the arm that's injured!"
Yu Xiaolian felt slightly embarrassed; she merely intended to check if Su Jingchen's ribs were injured, but her hand drifted from chest to stomach, then to the ribs—it felt too good, she couldn't quite control herself.
"Hehe..." Yu Xiaolian laughed awkwardly, "You have abs!"
"Hmm?" What's abs?
Yu Xiaolian poked Su Jingchen's belly with another hand, "It means there's no excess fat here."
Su Jingchen understood suddenly. He certainly didn't want to end up like his father's round, chubby figure.
"Do you like... my abs?" In the darkness, Su Jingchen blushed.
Yu Xiaolian nodded enthusiastically, "I do!" Who wouldn't like abs?
Though if muscles are overly exaggerated like those big guys at her police station, she tends to keep her distance.
