Yu Xi's ears burned, his heart thudding in his chest. He turned his gaze back to the waterfall, trying to hide the smile tugging at his lips. Jian Ci's laughter rang out, warm and teasing, as he began to undress.
Yu Xi watched, his mouth dry, his heart hammering against his ribs. The waterfall's roar was a constant, thrilling pulse in his ears, matching the thrum of his own blood. Jian Ci's fingers worked the buckle of his belt, slow and deliberate, his dark eyes never leaving Yu Xi's face.
The leather slid free with a soft whisper, and Jian Ci let it drop. His hands went to the waistband of his trousers, thumbs hooking under the fabric. He pushed them down, inch by inch, the material sliding over his thighs, revealing legs that were strong and sculpted. He wasn't just stripping; he was performing, giving Yu Xi a show, and Yu Xi was drinking every second of it.
