The young man had a lean and strong waist, and a broad and solid chest. It was as if one could touch the distinct and smooth muscle lines under his palm, and every inch of it contained infinite power.

Scalding hot.

They were separated only by a thin shirt.

Almost within reach.

She gasped in surprise, her whole body lifted into the air, but he gently placed her back on the soft bed, where she sank into the light-colored silky bedding.

"It was nothing, it's been resolved." He said it casually, his words so nonchalant that no trace of the bloodshed and bloodshed he had endured could be heard. He was still fiddling with his shirt button. "I'm going to wash up."

She was confused: "Oh, then you go."

The young man gave her a half-smile, then turned and left, however—

Tongsu exclaimed in surprise, "That's my bathroom!"

Why did he walk straight to the bathroom that connects to her bedroom?

The young man raised his hand and waved: "I know."

"You know that? You know that, yet you still went? I don't have any toiletries here for you!"

"Every bathroom in the house is stocked with unopened toiletries, including bath towels and hand towels, all stored in cabinets. I know exactly where they are."

No, it's not a matter of knowing or not knowing!

Tong Su's eyes widened.

His bedroom is right next door, so what would he be doing showering in his own bathroom? Even if there are towels or something, there are definitely no spare clothes. So how does he get out after he's done showering?!

At this hour, both Mr. and Mrs. Nan are asleep, and most of the servants have gone home. It wouldn't be appropriate to call the few on duty over for this reason, would it? Wouldn't that mean he…

Tong Su felt dizzy and lightheaded. She heard the sound of water running in the bathroom. Before she could figure it out, the bathroom door clicked open.

The young man dried his hair and slowly walked out.

Tong Su's face flushed bright red!

"You, you, you—you're not wearing any clothes!"

The underfloor heating in the house was on full blast, and the temperature of over 20 degrees Celsius made the cold winter feel like spring. He wasn't wearing any clothes, just wrapped in a bath towel, revealing large areas of his sexy, muscular muscles.

He had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, strong arms, long legs, and fair, jade-like skin, but not in a effeminate paleness; rather, it exuded an elegant and understated nobility.

The bath towel was tied low, revealing glimpses of her defined V-line.

The girl suddenly looked up, panting heavily, her cheeks flushed and burning. She dared not look down again, only looking up to escape.

The young man's wet hair dripped down his cheeks, wetting his high, straight nose. Water droplets slid slowly down his cheeks, across his long neck, past his prominent Adam's apple, over his broad, firm chest muscles, down his waist, and into the loosely tied bath towel.

His handsome face held a half-smile, and with a single glance, his brows exuded an almost explosive sex appeal!

"Stunned?"

He spoke lazily, his tone slightly husky and magnetic, sexy and seductive, almost maliciously enticing, yet also like a blatant display of male possessiveness, openly asserting his presence.

The room was windowless, and in the enclosed space, hormones permeated the air unchecked, seemingly seeping through every pore and penetrating deep into the marrow, determined to leave an imprint on the soul.

"I...I...you...you put on your clothes!"

The girl stammered, her face flushed, not daring to look at him. Her hands clenched and unclenched, creating messy wrinkles on the sheets. Her gaze darted around, but she couldn't help but steal glances at him.

The curve of his thin lips became even more alluring.

"Clothes? I'm wrapped in a bath towel, it's not like I'm naked, Yaoyao, what are you afraid of?"