Shen Yanci vs. Lu Ran
An exceptionally handsome and elegant top-tier art collector vs. a combat athlete with an incredibly fit physique
Shen Yanci never imagined he would develop an almost ravenous fixation on a naked body that smelled of sweat.
The man's sweat-soaked T-shirt clung to his chest, his full pectorals rising and falling with each breath. Below his narrow waist, his athletic pants hugged his firm backside. When he turned, the taut curve of his body was more striking than any ancient Greek nude sculpture in Shen Yanci's collection.
Excerpt One
"I'd like to ask Mr. Lu to teach me how to train my core."
Shen Yanci blocked the gym entrance, idly turning a black card between his fingers. Yet his gaze was glued to the abs revealed when Lu Ran lifted his jacket, each muscle clearly defined and rising and falling with his breath.
Excerpt Two
"I heard you own a Ming-dynasty jian with a flexible blade?"
Shen Yanci raised an eyebrow, seeming a little surprised that he would bring it up. "The scabbard is made of sharkskin. It feels good in the hand."
Lu Ran stopped pretending and stared openly at Shen Yanci's hand. The knuckles were well-defined, the fingers long and slender, and there was a faint callus at the base of his thumb. Supposedly, it had formed from years of holding a pen and handling antiques.
"Mr. Shen's hand," Lu Ran said, his voice lowering into a deliberately husky murmur, "must look beautiful holding a sword."
A work inspired by my personal kinks, recorded after a sudden flash of inspiration. Drafting in progress. A pure, sweet romance, shared with kindred spirits.
Theme: Sincerity can move even metal and stone
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