"Zhang Qian, I've brought you a clean towel and some clothes," Xu Feng's steady voice came from outside the door. Zhang Qian, who had been lost in her fantasies, panicked and quickly withdrew her hand.

She hurriedly responded, "Thank you, Brother Xu!" Then she turned off the shower, mustered her courage, and walked towards the door.

She opened the bathroom door just a crack and extended a water-soaked hand out. Coincidentally, there was a dressing mirror behind her. Through the mirror, Xu Feng quietly took in Zhang Qian's entire figure.

Earlier, he had only caught fleeting glimpses, but now he could see every detail with startling clarity.

And truth be told, Zhang Qian's figure was truly exquisite - where it should be full, it was full; where it should be curvy, it was gloriously so.

Xu Feng's gaze couldn't bear to look away, fixating on her figure as he barely restrained himself.

After a long moment, he bit his tongue to compose himself and said, "Zhang Qian, these clothes were left behind by my ex-wife. You'll have to make do with them. Hand me your wet things and I'll put them in the dryer. They should be dry soon enough for you to change into."

Zhang Qian bit her lip and replied, "Mmm, thanks Brother Xu. Sorry to trouble you."

With that, she passed her damp towel through the narrow opening to Xu Feng.

"No trouble at all. We're neighbors after all. There's a hair dryer in the bathroom. Dry your hair before coming out so you don't catch a cold," Xu Feng said as he took the towel, taking a deep sniff of it.

It was still damp, carrying a faint, alluring scent.

"Mmm," Zhang Qian nodded, closing the bathroom door. As it shut, her eyes flicked toward the doorway.

What she saw made her gasp!

And to her shock, Xu Feng wasn't wearing a shirt - his solid, powerful muscles were on full, striking display!

Oh my god, how could someone old enough to be her father have muscles like that?!

Her husband was completely incomparable!

Though her husband graduated from top universities, he was just a bookish nerd with no romance in him whatsoever.

After marriage, he'd even developed a beer belly from drinking.

And Xu Feng? His body was all lean muscle, looking rock-hard and formidable.

At this thought, Zhang Qian's eyes instantly glazed over.

Just imagining being with him... what would that feel like?

She swallowed hard, her body involuntarily growing warm.

Meanwhile, Xu Feng took the opportunity while handing over the clothes to get a good look at Zhang Qian's entire figure. Still, he obediently took her wet clothes and walked to the washing machine, planning to wash them before drying.

Unexpectedly, though the towel looked ordinary, it felt amazingly soft in his hands. He lifted it to his nose and took a deep whiff, trying to capture Zhang Qian's essence from the lingering fragrance.

Xu Feng never expected that even nearing fifty, he could still have such an exciting encounter.

Though his stamina couldn't compare to his twenties, the more he exercised, the more he found himself yearning for certain things. Frankly, he'd been married three times, but none of those women were like Zhang Qian.

Now here she was, practically delivering herself to him. This fresh excitement only strengthened his resolve!

Time to act.

Back in the bathroom, after partially drying her hair, Zhang Qian took the pajamas Xu Feng had brought and began putting them on without really examining them.

When the outfit was fully on, she couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Who would have thought Xu Feng's ex-wife wore pajamas like these?!

The lining was extremely thin, made of delicate silk with exquisite craftsmanship. The fabric felt strangely translucent in her hands.

Most importantly, the black lace outline hugged her upper body tightly. Zhang Qian's face flushed hot - these pajamas were way too revealing. If she wore them, wouldn't everything be obvious?

What if Xu Feng saw her like this? If he couldn't control himself and lunged at her, what should she do?

Though already married, Zhang Qian was naturally very conservative. Following rules was her motto.

Even though she had to admit Xu Feng was attractive and she'd had some improper thoughts about him...

She never imagined she'd expose herself so completely so quickly.

But now, not wearing them wasn't an option. Reluctantly, after dressing, she checked herself in the mirror again.

The skirt was extremely short, barely covering the tops of her thighs when she moved.

What was she supposed to do now?

How could she possibly go outside like this?