Chapter 61 Invitation[Part 3]
"Mmm... alright... let's sleep," Jing Wen said softly, oblivious to just how tense she looked.
The room was utterly still, the kind of silence where even the faintest breath felt amplified. Zhou Yi strode over to the bed and let the bath towel slip from his shoulders, leaving him in sleek black boxer shorts.
Beneath the fabric, his muscular frame hinted at strength, but Jing Wen couldn't help but notice every detail—his broad chest, the chiseled lines of his abs. Her cheeks heated instantly, her pulse quickening as she took it all in.
As for Zhou Yi's physique, he owed it entirely to the system.
With his combat stats maxed out, his body had transformed dramatically.
He now stood at an imposing height of six-foot-three, his shoulders wide and his waist narrow.
The V-shaped contour of his torso, paired with his perfectly defined eight-pack abs, made him the epitome of masculine allure—a figure tailor-made for tailored suits.
When Jing Wen caught sight of his bare torso, her face turned scarlet.
She forced herself to focus solely on his upper body, afraid that letting her gaze wander lower would feel inappropriate, almost intrusive.
With a bashful glance, she managed to stammer, "Xiao Yi, you're so fit. You'd never guess it when you're fully dressed."
She glanced up at him through her lashes, and Zhou Yi gave her a sly, knowing smirk. Her eyes flickered downward involuntarily, widening slightly as her blush deepened, spreading to the tips of her ears. Sensing her distraction, he leaned closer, his voice teasing. "Sister Wen, where exactly are you looking?"