The light spilling from the bathroom door outlined her silhouette. Her wet, long hair draped over her shoulders, with water droplets trickling down the strands, sliding over her collarbone, across her chest, and disappearing at the edge of the towel. Her skin glowed with a lustrous sheen under the light, like fine porcelain.

Su Ming felt a rush of heat surge to his head, his heart pounding as if it would leap out of his chest. He hurriedly closed his eyes, turned over, and pretended to be in a deep sleep, facing away from the living room.

Footsteps approached.

Qiu Tong stopped by the sofa.