Lin Jingsheng still pressed Chu Lin down, unwrapping his bandages layer by layer. The innermost layer was soaked with blood, staining his eyes red, flesh and blood blurred, his back muscles looked like they had been roasted by fire, particularly striking. Chu Lin frowned, lying on the bed, still not letting Lin Jingsheng off the hook. "I've dreamed countless times of you undressing me, admiring my beautiful chest and abs, caressing my toned back muscles, never imagined it would be this scene, damaging my handsome image."
Lin Jingsheng said, "Just how handsome are you?"
"Compared to you in beauty, I can't win, but when it comes to being handsome and dashing, I'm definitely more dashing than you."
Lin Jingsheng gently applied ointment on him, "I think you have thick skin and flesh."
Harry woke up at night and came to find Lin Jingsheng. Lin Jingsheng originally didn't want Harry to see this bloody scene, but Chu Lin said, "You're underestimating Harry."
