Jinshi had a beautiful face. So beautiful, in fact, that had he been a woman, he could have had the country wrapped around his little finger; and one suspected that even as a male, it wouldn’t have been impossible. And yet, despite having a countenance that was beyond compare, now he wanted to gloat about his body too?
I mean, I guess that’s fine by me, Maomao thought. The glimpse she had gotten of Jinshi’s body had shown someone surprisingly muscular and toned. She didn’t have to study it closely to see that he was quite attractive.