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The silver chain meandered down from the collarbone, followed the lines of the pectoral muscles, and finally disappeared at the waist, where a matching waist chain hung loosely, the silver chain following the curve of the V-line and outlining the firm muscle texture.

His posture was languid and casual, leaning back on the sofa, his head slightly tilted back, revealing his long neck and prominent Adam's apple. His eyes were unfocused as he looked towards the camera, a faint smile playing on his lips.

In the second photo, he is facing the camera sideways, and the chest chain outlines the beautiful lines of his shoulder blades in the backlight, while the thin chain hanging from his waist sways gently with his movements.

In the third picture, he leans forward, his chest chain dangling, revealing more through the glimpse...

Lu Yao's fingers froze in mid-air, and her cheeks flushed red at a visible speed.

What... what's going on here?

Li Muyan, how did he become like this?

What is he doing with that upright face of his!

Just as Lu Yao was wondering if Li Muyan was facing some kind of difficulty, Fu Ciyan draped a coat over her shoulders: "Watching..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Yao abruptly shut down the terminal, disappearing from the screen in an instant. Her actions, which seemed somewhat like self-deception, caused Fu Ciyan's voice to come to an abrupt halt.

"I didn't, I didn't..." Lu Yao tried to explain, but when she turned her head, she met the man's teasing gaze.

"You're not bad, Yaoyao. Haven't you seen a man's abs?" Fu Ciyan hugged her from behind, looking down at her.

Lu Yao felt guilty under Fu Ciyan's gaze, and her eyes darted around, avoiding his eyes.

"I just saw it suddenly, who knew he would post something like this..." she muttered in defense. It really wasn't her fault. Who knew that Li Muyan would suddenly "go into the sea"?

Fu Ciyan didn't speak, but simply pulled her closer, resting his chin on her shoulder, his warm breath spraying onto her sensitive neck.

"Yaoyao," he called her softly, his voice low and devoid of emotion.

"Hmm?" Lu Yao asked, a hint of nervousness creeping in.

"Want to see abs..." He paused, took her hand, and placed it on his body. "I have some too."

Lu Yao could clearly feel his body temperature through the thin fabric of his clothes.

Her face turned even redder instantly.

"I didn't want to see, I..." She tried to pull her hand away, but Fu Ciyan pressed it even tighter, even lifting her clothes and pressing her hand directly onto her clearly defined abdominal muscles.

"Really don't want to?" He lowered his head, his lips brushing against her ear, his voice slightly hoarse. "Or do you think he's more handsome, Yao Yao?"

Lu Yao was speechless at his words, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her chest.

"I don't think he's any better looking!" she retorted instinctively, but her voice was so soft it lacked any strength.

Fu Ciyan chuckled softly, his warm breath brushing against her ear.

"So, Yaoyao thinks mine looks better?" He asked, his tone somewhat coaxing.

Lu Yao felt that Fu Ciyan was particularly dangerous at times like this.

Her hand was still pressed against his abs, her palms feeling firm and hot, rising and falling slightly with his breathing.

Lu Yao bit her lower lip and finally gave in.

"You look even better." It wasn't exactly a lie; Fu Ciyan's muscles were the result of real battlefield training, with strong lines that weren't overly exaggerated.

Fu Ciyan heard the answer he wanted, and a satisfied smile spread across his dark eyes.

"Then, Yaoyao, touch it a few more times." He held her hand and guided it slowly across his abs. "Remember this feeling, so you won't be attracted to others next time."

Lu Yao felt both embarrassed and amused by his words.

"I wasn't attracted!" she retorted softly. "I was just startled when I suddenly saw it. Why would he suddenly start taking these kinds of photos? Is he going through some kind of trouble?"

Fu Ciyan looked down at her, meeting her innocent and clueless dark eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly: "Perhaps."

I wonder what Li Muyan would think if he knew Lu Yao's true thoughts. Would he feel like he'd wasted his charm on a blind man?

"Let's just pretend we didn't see it. He probably forgot to block me. Let's just pretend we don't know anything." They're all acquaintances, and we might have to meet again in the future, so let's not make things too awkward. Lu Yao thought this and reminded Fu Ciyan, even though she knew that Fu Ciyan wasn't the type to judge others.

Fu Ciyan chuckled softly and pulled her closer.

"Okay, let's pretend we didn't see it." He went along with her words and didn't expose Li Muyan.

Xie Linyu had just finished tidying up the second bedroom when he came over and saw the two embracing on the balcony, with Lu Yao's hand still inside Fu Ciyan's clothes.

His blue eyes darkened as he leaned against the terrace door: "What are you talking about? Want me to join?"

Upon hearing Xie Linyu's voice, Lu Yao's body stiffened slightly, and she subconsciously tried to pull her hand back.

Fu Ciyan did not let go; instead, he held her hand, slowly took it out of his clothes, and then naturally took her hand in his.

"It's nothing," he said casually. "Yaoyao said she wanted to go see the lavender fields."

Xie Linyu's gaze swept between the two of them, finally landing on Lu Yao's flushed face.

"Really?" He walked over with a half-smile, put his arm around Lu Yao's waist, and asked, "Shall we go now?"

Lu Yao was surrounded by two men, one on each side, and felt her cheeks burning.

"Okay, let's go now," she said softly.

Xie Linyu looked down at her, his blue eyes filled with laughter, then suddenly reached out and cupped Lu Yao's face, lowering his head to kiss her lips.

Fu Ciyan's pupils contracted slightly upon seeing this, but he did not speak up to stop it.

*

At this moment, on the federal capital planet, Li Muyan sat in front of his personal computer in his study, with several light screens floating in front of him, displaying nine-grid photos that he had carefully taken.

He meticulously considered every aspect of the photo, from the lighting and angles to the poses, confident that he could showcase his best self.

However, three hours have passed since it was posted.

Lu Yao neither liked nor commented.

Li Muyan tapped his fingers lightly on the table, his brows furrowing slightly. Did he not see it, or did he see it but think it was just so-so, not worth praising or commenting on?

Thinking this, he zoomed in on the photos and examined them repeatedly.

"Is it because the lighting isn't good enough?" he muttered to himself. "Or is it the angle?"

He then pulled up the videos of those "male bodhisattvas" bloggers and watched them frame by frame repeatedly.

Her swaying waist, her gaze, her matching brooch...

Li Muyan took a deep breath, opened the terminal's memo app, and looked at the notes he had carefully taken:

[Key Point 1: Your gaze should be dreamy, but not too deliberate; you should give the impression that "I'm just casually glancing at the camera."]

[Key Point Two: The choice of brooch is very important. Silver looks sophisticated, while gold is too tacky. The chain thickness should be moderate; too thin looks cheap, and too thick looks bulky.]

[Key Point 3: The posture should be relaxed, not too stiff. It should give the impression that you're just casually leaning against something, unintentionally revealing your best angle.]

[Key Point 4: The lighting should be soft, neither too bright nor too dim, enough to outline muscle lines without being too stark.]

[Point 5: The background should be simple and not distracting; dark colors are best, as they can highlight the luster of the chain and the texture of the skin.]

[Key Point Six...]

He did all of these things, so is it because he didn't "move"?