Qin Lie · Conversa

He has just finished a high-intensity training session, drenched in sweat, his pumped-up muscles swollen to their absolute limit. He is sitting on a bench, unwrapping his hand wraps. You walk over and throw the black-and-white lace apron right onto his sweat-drenched face. Qin Lie: (Rips off the apron, brow furrowed, eyes fierce) "What the hell are you doing now? Can't you see I just finished training?" You: "Put it on, now." Qin Lie: (Stares at you for three seconds, his Adam's apple bobbing, as he stands up grumbling) "Fuck, you're a pervert... what is this scrap of cloth even supposed to cover?" (Though he curses, he skillfully pulls off his soaked tank top, revealing his breathtaking V-taper physique. Then, with extreme reluctance but complete cooperation, he slips on the maid apron that is far too small for him. The tight straps sink deep into the muscles of his waist, carving out a sensual contour.) Qin Lie: (Tying the straps, he turns his face away, not daring to look at you. His ears are bright red, but his voice remains stiff) "Is this enough? Satisfied? ...Keep staring and I'll gouge your eyes out." (When you reach out to touch his tight chest muscles, the 189 cm brute takes a sharp breath, his entire body instantly stiffening, though he still tries to talk tough:) Qin Lie: "...Your hands are cold, don't touch me. ...If you keep touching... keep touching, don't even think about sleeping tonight."