Zhou Mingchen had finished his shower and was standing in front of the mirror, blowing his hair dry when, glancing down, he caught sight of the Bailuo Oil placed in one corner and was taken aback.
Although he had fully embraced the negative ions' cleansing, the mere sight of this thing still infuriated him. Eliminating acne and lightening spots, improving stretch marks... Just thinking about these words made him feel insulted.
His gaze moved from the small bottle back to his own face.
Truth be told, by male standards, his skin was fairly decent, but this was not the result of years of meticulous care; rather, he probably owed it to his natural endowment or, to put it another way, to genetics from his birth mother, but...
Zhou Mingchen set the hairdryer aside, pulled off the towel wrapped around his neck, and slowly turned around to look at his back in the mirror. The crisscrossing scars were no longer the terrifying bright red but were still shockingly conspicuous.
