Late at night.
In the cramped bathroom, misty steam filled the air.
The man stood under the shower, letting the water cascade down his body.
Not knowing what else came to mind, he lifted his head, tilted back his chin, clenched his teeth, his neck muscles taut.
...
...
The next day.
Early morning, with cooking smoke rising.
Outside, the sky was still in a state of semi-darkness, while the distance was tinted with hues of red and gold along the horizon.
It was now almost eight o'clock.
Wen Xian rarely got up so early, but to be precise, she hadn't slept well all night.
She felt that it was her mistake.
She shouldn't have provoked that man.
He was a man of integrity, solemn and stern; it wasn't an act.
Of course, he was not without feelings for her; on the contrary, last night in his gray pants, the sensation was overwhelmingly pronounced...!
But he controlled himself and didn't touch her body.
