"Zhang Qian, hurry up and take a shower, or you'll catch a cold."

Xu Feng finally broke the awkward silence, addressing the drenched Zhang Qian. He was afraid that if this continued, he wouldn’t be able to hold back any longer—he was practically standing at attention, terrified of giving anything away.

After a brief hesitation, Zhang Qian nodded and stood up, heading toward the bathroom.

A white towel was tightly wrapped around her enticing curves and ample hips, swaying with each step. The towel was far too short, leaving the area between her thighs partially exposed, barely concealed.

It was practically an invitation to sin.

How brazen.

In a flash, a thought—dark and wicked—flashed through Xu Feng’s mind.

Once inside the bathroom, Zhang Qian quickly grabbed the towel and wrapped it around her chest. Her heart pounded wildly as she recalled Xu Feng’s intense gaze earlier and the near-seductive situation she now found herself in. Her mind began to wander.

This was the first time she had showered in another man’s house, the first time someone other than her husband had seen her completely naked.

Did he have thoughts about her too? Otherwise, why had he been looking at her like that?

She immediately dismissed the idea—no way. Xu Feng was known in the company as a proper, upright instructor.

But Xu Feng, just on the other side of the bathroom door, couldn’t calm his racing heart. When the sound of the showerhead dripping reached him, he suddenly remembered a small hole in the wall—a flaw from when the room was renovated. The workers had accidentally drilled it, but Xu Feng, for some inexplicable reason, never bothered to fix it.

And now, it seemed fate had given it a purpose.

He hesitated, then quickly pushed the thought aside, muttering to himself that it wouldn’t hurt to take just a peek. Bending low, he pressed his eye to the hole and peered into the bathroom.

The angle. The view.

It was perfect.

Xu Feng couldn’t believe his luck—the hole lined up perfectly with Zhang Qian, though unfortunately, only the upper half of her was visible. The lower half was blocked by frosted glass, revealing only vague outlines.

Squinting, he strained to make out her silhouette.

Inside the bathroom, Zhang Qian picked up a loofah and began lathering her body with body wash. She let her long hair fall over her shoulders as the sudsy loofah glided over her snow-white skin, making her look as if she were submerged in cotton candy—utterly alluring.

Xu Feng’s eyes burned red with desire. It had been two years since his divorce, and in all that time, he hadn’t been with a woman. He had spent the loneliness relying on exercise to keep himself occupied.

Now, a hidden flame within him seemed to awaken—igniting.

Zhang Qian stretched out her fair hand and turned on the shower.

The warm water cascaded down her body. Perhaps it was too hot, because she flinched slightly. For some reason, her mind drifted back to the sight of Xu Feng’s strong, muscular frame.

Though he was nearly a decade older than her, he looked far more robust than her husband.

If his upper body was like that, what about the rest of him?

Recalling how unsatisfied she had been with her husband last night, Zhang Qian’s cheeks flushed pink. Under the streaming water, she unconsciously slid her hand downward.

Xu Feng saw it all.

His eyes widened, and his breathing grew heavier.

In that moment, an even wilder thought took root in his mind—he wanted to test Zhang Qian’s reaction, to see just how far her limits went.

A madness flickered in Xu Feng’s eyes.