Zi Jue was about to leave right after he had dropped Yan Qing Shan's gift at her door. But then, he heard a muted scream followed by a thud inside her room. Without realizing it, his feet scrambled and slammed the door open. His heartbeat racing with worry.
He didn't see her in the room so Zi Jue headed straight to the bath. His breathing slackened when he saw her sprawled at the floor, her hair still having remnants of shampoo with only a miniscule towel threatening to slip out from her body. Zi Jue gulped as his eyes landed on the trail of her collarbones which were slick with soap, glistening under the flourescent lights.
However, the pained groan that went out from her mouth roused Zi Jue from his dangerous thoughts. Ignoring his now parched throat, he kneeled beside her and helped her up.
"Are you alright? What happened?"
