Tangling with the Western Commander-Chapter 347 - 344
Chapter 347: Chapter 344
Chapter 347 -344
Even though it wasn’t the first time Wen Xian had seen him after a shower, every time, her heart nearly stopped.
He came out with a towel wrapped around his lower body.
He slightly lifted his arms, casually wiping his hair with a towel.
Broad shoulders and a narrow waist, his lean and muscular physique, perfectly defined abs, and Adonis belt genuinely made her envious and unable to take her eyes off him.
Lu Xiao didn’t have the type of body that seemed sculpted in a gym, but rather one forged from years of rigorous training, enduring the elements outside and executing various tasks.
His body was agile, every part of his sturdy frame seemingly filled with endless strength.
His explosive strength was remarkable.
Wen Xian knew this all too well.
“I say…”
As she started speaking, her lips suddenly moistened, and Wen Xian quickly pressed the back of her hand against her lips.
Lu Xiao looked up at her and asked indifferently, “Hmm? What did you say?”
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While speaking, he walked leisurely toward her, noticing Wen Xian’s hand covering her mouth, he slightly frowned, “What’s happening? Why cover your mouth, are you feeling unwell?”
Wen Xian quickly averted her gaze, swiftly wiping the corner of her lips with the back of her hand and said falteringly,
“It’s nothing, just, just that it’s getting late, let’s go to bed soon.”
Saying this, she shifted a bit further inside, hurriedly making room for him.
Damn.
It was too embarrassing; she had almost drooled. How could she lose her composure like that?
Lu Xiao noticed her ears turning slightly red and saw through her a bit, this little woman must be thinking up something again.
Wen Xian was wearing his T-shirt, which hung loosely on her, one rounded shoulder almost peeking out, lazily enticing and tempting.
Wen Xian still held a book in her hand, pretending to read, but she couldn’t focus on a single word in front of her.
Yet, it was unacceptable to blatantly stare at his bare torso.
It was agonizingly hard to endure.
Just then, a compelling masculine scent enveloped her, faintly mingled with the fresh smell of a recent shower.
Suddenly, Lu Xiao leaned over her, one hand bracing on the bed with the towel, while the other grasped her chin, forcing her gaze to crash into his.
“Ah…”
Wen Xian exclaimed in surprise, looking directly at the handsome and stern face now so close, she suddenly found it difficult to breathe.
What is he doing?
Lu Xiao just stared at her, his torso leaning over, slightly arched, the lines of his muscles smooth and perfect, his abdominal muscles looking even more defined.
As Wen Xian felt her temperature rising from his unwavering stare, he suddenly glanced at the book in her lap and remarked,
“Before I entered, you were on page eighteen, and only managed to reach page twenty when I came out. How come, Miss Wen Xian, didn’t you graduate from elementary school?”
Saying that, he unceremoniously pulled the book “War and Peace” from her hands, hoping Tolstoy wouldn’t blame her for the lack of attraction towards his book.
After all, her mind was hardly on reading the book.
Upon hearing his words, Wen Xian’s face flushed a bright red: “You, you—”
Damn, how could he expose her so bluntly—didn’t she deserve some face?
“Hmm? What about me?”
Lu Xiao said, glancing at himself.
He never really paid much attention to his physique, whether during his time as a special forces operative or—
