Chapter 57: Are My Abs Not Good-Looking?

Augustine arched an intrigued eyebrow, a playful glint flashing in his deep-set eyes.

With a gentle swipe of his long finger, the camera slowly panned down from his own sculpted, handsome face.

Below the camera were his powerful pectoral muscles, their lines hard and defined, each one seeming to hold limitless strength. Farther down were tight, chiseled abs that rose and fell with his steady breaths, his V-lines faintly visible and exuding a lethal allure. Everything below that was casually wrapped in a bath towel.

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