When she was eighteen and close to taking her college entrance exams, there were still many questions she couldn't solve.
Jasmine Yale was very anxious...
That night, she found herself staring blankly at a maths problem once again.
Just so happened, Sylvan Cheney was free that evening and came home early.
In a misguided impulse, she grabbed her math paper and rushed into Sylvan Cheney's bedroom.
In her eyes, Sylvan Cheney was capable of anything and everything.
With a twist of her hand, she opened his bedroom door.
Hearing the sound of running water from the bathroom, she knew that he was home, so she entered.
But, but…
How was she to know that Sylvan Cheney never closed the door when he bathed!
Pervert! He never closes the door!
Lifting her head, her mind went blank!
She was just as immobile as glue on the sole of a shoe!
In the midst of the white mist, he was showering with his eyes closed as the water poured down from his head.
