Only the light coming from the kitchen was turned on when Lu Zihao walked into the dark living room. There was a half-wall separating the two areas so he couldn't see the woman but could hear her moving about in the kitchen.
Moving like a panther in the night, he made no sound at all when he stalked towards the kitchen. However, he stopped just before reaching the entrance and hid himself in the shadows instead. He watched as the woman poured herself a glass of cold water from a pitcher and then drank it slowly.
As soon as he saw the swallowing motion of her throat, his groin immediately stiffened and in a just a few seconds, it was painfully hard. His gaze drifted downwards from her throat to her chest. Two small pebbles on top of gentle mounds jutted underneath of the thin material of her nightdress.
Shit. She wasn't wearing a bra.
