Aside from that unsightly bruise, Shen Muzhi's body is practically a textbook example of how to tone and shape a physique.

He looks quite thin normally, but his muscle definition is exceptionally good when he takes off his clothes.

Xiang Zhilan was a connoisseur; she knew that this wasn't the kind of muscle that could be built through systematic training and protein powder in a gym. This was the real result of years of military-style training.

"Are you done wiping?" She looked at it for a while, then looked away, pursed her lips, and asked.

"Hmm." Shen Muzhi bent down and picked up the clothes that were thrown on the tatami.

When Xiang Zhilan glanced at him, she noticed that a bit of his underwear was peeking out from the edge; it was a black and white striped CK.

She clicked her tongue in satisfaction; it was the type of men's underwear she liked.

"Is there anything on my lower back?" Shen Muzhi asked as he finished picking up his clothes and noticed Xiang Zhilan's gaze. He looked down at his lower back but didn't find anything unusual.

"I was just spacing out." To cover up her feelings, Xiang Zhilan gave him a disgusted look, as if to say that he was just being presumptuous.

Shen Muzhi didn't know what he had done to annoy her again, so he unfolded his clothes and prepared to put them on.

Xiang Zhilan glanced at him again, noticing the lingering marks on his back, and coughed lightly, saying, "Come here."

Shen Muzhi put on his clothes and went over. He patted the bed and gestured for Zhi Lan to sit down with his back to her.

After he sat down, not understanding what she was going to do, he turned his head to look.

"Don't turn your head." Xiang Zhilan glared at him.

Shen Muzhi turned around, and then he felt his clothes being lifted up, causing his body to tense up instinctively.

"Don't hit me hard!" Xiang Zhilan patted his back and said, "There are still some bruises from the last time, let me apply some for you."

Shen Muzhi relaxed a little, feeling her soft hand stroking his back, but soon he tensed up again.

He didn't know if it was because the bruise-dispersing ointment had a warming effect, or because the weather was getting warmer and Xiang Zhilan's room was too small, but he felt his body getting a little hot.

The medicine slowly became a torment for him, and he couldn't help but turn around and grab her hand.

"What's wrong?" Xiang Zhilan asked somewhat guiltily. She wanted to touch the lines of his back a little more. Had he discovered her intentions?

"No need," Shen Muzhi said coldly, his voice slightly hoarse.

Xiang Zhilan didn't understand why he suddenly became so unpredictable. She pulled her hand away and pouted, "If you don't want to wipe it, then don't wipe it. Why are you holding me like that?"

Shen Muzhi knew she didn't like physical contact with him, so he withdrew his hand and bent down to button his shirt.

Xiang Zhilan watched as the muscles were gradually covered by the clothes, and sighed with a little regret.

She had to admit that she was a body fetishist, and the unpleasant memories she had with Shen Muzhi's body did not prevent her from appreciating his body.

If she unilaterally asks to touch his muscles but refuses to be touched by him, wouldn't that seem like a pervert and go too far?

However, the feasibility of this is really too low. No man could withstand such flirting and remain as steadfast as a rock, unless he were a eunuch.

Clearly, Shen Muzhi is not, otherwise how did she get these two babies?

"Are you short of money?" Shen Muzhi asked this question again.

"You're the one who's short of money! Your whole family is short of money!" Xiang Zhilan was very sensitive about this issue. Their economic situation was already quite different, and he kept bringing up money. Did he think she was poor?