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.

Every line of his body radiated the firm yet relaxed strength of a mature man. It was different from the youthful rawness she remembered; now, it was imbued with a deeper, more settled hormonal charge.

Jiang Yixia wanted to turn her head away, but her eyes couldn’t help but drift back. Her gaze slid from his neck and shoulders down to his waist, then returned to the motion of him drying his hair. Her throat inexplicably tightened.

It had been too long. Far too long since she had seen a man’s body this up close.

And this man, of all people, was Lu Fan.

The warm yellow light of the living room cast a glow on him, making even the water droplets on his skin gleam softly.

He dried his hair with a slow, leisurely motion before casually draping the towel over the arm of the sofa. Then he lowered his head to untie his bath towel, preparing to change into his pajamas.

As he lowered his head, the line of his neck stretched out long and slender. Jiang Yixia’s heart suddenly hammered against her ribs like a frantic rabbit, and even the tips of her ears grew warm.

She frantically averted her gaze, only to find herself peeking back through her fingers. She watched as he deftly put on his pajama top, the cuffs casually rolled up to his forearms, revealing the firm muscles of his wrists.

’Judging by the material, those pajamas can’t be my son’s.’

’This guy... surely he didn’t order a set of pajamas to be delivered, did he?! No wonder I heard the door open a moment ago.’

’He’s really making himself at home! Hmph!’

Fortunately, the Lu Fan on the screen didn’t seem to notice anything amiss. After changing, he bent down to straighten the throw pillows on the sofa, his movements natural and casual.

But as Jiang Yixia watched the screen, she felt her cheeks burn. A fine layer of heat spread across her back, and her palms grew slightly damp with sweat.

She quickly turned off her phone screen and leaned back in her chair, taking a deep breath. Her chest was still rising and falling.

’Why was I so mesmerized?’

’He was just changing his clothes.’

But the image from moments ago flashed through her mind again and again.

His broad shoulders, his firm waist, his languid post-shower demeanor, and that masculine tension coiled beneath his mature exterior.

It sent her heart into a frenzy, made her fingertips feel weak. She was both embarrassed and flustered, wishing she could bury her face in a pillow.

Meanwhile, Lu Fan adjusted his posture, deliberately or not, to show off his best assets for the camera.

In truth, he had noticed the camera in the opposite corner move the moment he stepped out of the bathroom.

So, that whole series of seemingly casual actions had been meticulously calculated by Lu Fan.

’Yixia, if you really can’t hold it in tonight, then don’t. You can have a little refresher course with your seven-times-a-night man from back in the day.’

Lu Fan chuckled to himself.

And just as Lu Fan had predicted, it was going to be a very long night for Jiang Yixia.