He took off his blue shirt, revealing a tight-fitting vest underneath.

His strong arms exuded power, and his slightly tight vest revealed his muscular physique.

His well-defined abs peeked out through the thin vest, adding a touch of mystery and allure.

His appearance naturally exudes a mix of roguishness and wildness.

This is simply an extreme hormone overload.

Su Qingci stared wide-eyed.

Damn, he's even better looking than the male models she saw in nightclubs in her past life.

I really want to pick up that piece of cloth and see what's inside.

Unexpectedly, this act of bringing glory to one's ancestors... is actually quite well-founded.

Song Jingzhou secretly glanced at the other person, just in time to see Su Qingci guiltily look away.

The corners of my mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly; it actually worked.

Slowly approaching Su Qingci.

Su Qingci was momentarily stunned by his unrestrained smile.

"What are you doing?"

His voice trembled slightly.

With a smile in his eyes, Song Jingzhou held up his shirt and wiped the thin layer of sweat from her forehead.

Didn't you just say you could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk?

Why is your face so red?

The soap-scented shirt brushed against her forehead, and Su Qingci felt her heart tremble.

Damn, her voice is nice too, like it has an electronic feel to it.

Song Jingzhou held the outer cup of the teacup in her hand, his fingers seemingly unintentionally hooking her little finger.

Aren't you going to drink?

"I'll drink it if I don't want to."

He was really thirsty, so he tilted his head back and gulped down most of the water in his teacup.

Su Qingci stared at the man in front of her with her mouth agape, her breath rising and falling with the movement of his Adam's apple.

She also felt a restless, agitated heat.

Her little hands were fanning herself rapidly, her eyes darting left and right.

Every now and then, he couldn't help but steal a glance at Song Jingzhou.

"It seems pretty hot, and the kind of stuffy, muggy heat!"