Jiang Yixia's gaze was instantly glued to the screen, her eyes widening unconsciously.
She hadn't seen Lu Fan's body in eighteen years.
Or rather, Jiang Yixia had sealed away all those memories from long ago.
Now, looking at his physique on the monitor, she was still rather surprised.
On the screen, Lu Fan's muscles were firm and well-proportioned. His shoulders and back were broad and straight, the contours of his shoulder blades faintly visible beneath a sheen of sweat and water droplets.
When he raised his arm to dry his hair, the lines of his muscles tensed just right—not hard, but exuding a sense of power.
Moreover, Lu Fan's waist was trim, with faint V-lines gracing his abdomen.
The towel wrapped around his waist hid everything below, revealing only a sliver of his taut midsection, still radiating the warm steam of a recent shower.
He was clearly forty years old, yet his body didn't have a single trace of loose fat.
