I Picked Up a Genie with an Eight-Pack

Song Qianxue found a magic lamp. When her ex-boyfriend came to harass her, the spirit took human form

The man looked about six-foot-three. He stared coldly at her ex-boyfriend, water dripping from his damp hair. Droplets traced his handsome face, ran down his neck to his bare chest, then slid between the ridges of his eight-pack abs before disappearing into his bath towel.

He easily blocked the jerk's punch, then looked down at Song Qianxue and politely asked, “May I hit him back?”

After a pause, he added, a little awkwardly, “Master.”

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