No need to point it out.
It's hanging on the wall, you see it as soon as you walk into the bathroom.
Bo Yanching took down a towel, wiped the water off the sink, and then lifted Nan Jiaojiao up to sit on the counter, all while holding her with one arm.
His arm strength is incredible.
Nan Jiaojiao squeezed the muscle on his arm, satisfied, with eyes curved like a fox's, smiling cheekily.
Bo Yanching took down her bun, held a hairdryer with one hand, and skillfully messed with her hair with the other.
He didn't mind her playful hands, just looked at her face, teasing lightly, "What's the rush?"
Nan Jiaojiao had that little thought.
It wasn't hard to guess.
But being exposed by him face-to-face made her feel embarrassed. She formed a fist and punched his chest, "Bo Yanching, you're so perverted, any action can be turned indecent by you."
"Hmm."
Bo Yanching responded leisurely, "What are you touching?"
"Chest muscles." Nan Jiaojiao blurted out.
