Fang Shuwen looked at his own hands and suddenly started to laugh.
His fist and foot techniques were already first-rate, and now he could both dish out and take a beating.
'Am I developing into some kind of muscle-bound brute?'
But he looked at his figure and saw he hadn't become a monstrously muscled man.
He still looked rather lean.
If he took off his clothes, one would see that while his muscle definition was clear, it wasn't overly exaggerated:
'Looks like the system's rewards are purely practical.'
Fang Shuwen was particularly pleased with this.
He couldn't imagine what it would be like if he turned into a burly man with bulging, knotted muscles.
When he saw Yu Yaoguang again, would she kick him out of bed?
With a soft chuckle, Fang Shuwen walked right out the door.
He saw Long Qingzhi sitting in front of the door with a tense expression, staring intently at the entrance, afraid someone would come in and disturb Fang Shuwen.
Fang Shuwen was amused.
