His hands were well-defined, with each finger slender and as exquisite as carved white jade sculptures, appearing as flawless works of art.
Neither too plump nor too lean, adding even a bit too much would be excessive, subtracting even a bit too little!
Rong Yan was dazzled by the sight and had to blink hard to move her gaze away from those attractive hands, "Mmm, yes, yes."
She suddenly realized she might have a thing for hands.
Li Shengxiao hadn't noticed her fixation on his hands, but had he been aware, he would have used this advantage to its fullest extent. And even if he hadn't noticed, he was no less commanding. Under Rong Yan's round and earnest gaze, he turned on the tap, rinsing his hands under the water.
After washing, he picked up a towel next to him and dried his hands, his voice low and husky as he commanded Rong Yan, "Yanyan, stand aside."
