Master Long knew that Wen Jiaren had arrived and stood by the poolside; however, he didn't stop swimming right away. In the vast swimming pool, he swam back and forth for five or six laps before he stopped and walked up the pool ladder.
Two women waiting by the side approached with plates in their hands.
Master Long took a towel from one of the women's trays and casually wiped himself off before looking at Wen Jiaren.
Wen Jiaren was also watching him, a man whose appearance was striking enough to dazzle the very essence of time, and his physique was top-notch.
Master Long wore only a pair of swimming trunks, the tight kind, and his long legs and eight-pack abs were quite alluring. The faces of the two women blushed, and, lowering their heads, their glances frequently sneaked peeks at his body.
Compared to them, Wen Jiaren's scrutiny was composed, without a flicker of emotional disturbance, "Master Long?"
