The small washroom was definitely not a place for a man to linger. Zhang Ziwen hadn't fully savored the memory of Li Sisi's partially full breasts when the seductive scenery of the washroom once again stimulated his eyes. Women's lingerie—the man's fatal weakness—was transparent to an indecent degree. There were two sets, one pink and one light blue, both with lace carvings, thin as cicada wings, fiery, tempting, stimulating. These few small silk-thin pieces were crumpled into a ball and tossed on the dressing table, very eye-catching. It seemed they hadn't been washed yet. Zhang Ziwen couldn't help but shrug his nose; those stimulating items still seemed to exude a woman's unique, musky body fragrance.