"Brother Xu, sorry to bother you."

As Xu Feng opened the door, he was greeted by a woman wrapped entirely in a bath towel, standing at his doorstep with pleading eyes.

Her long, jet-black hair cascaded down her back, and her straight, shapely legs seemed to shift uneasily beneath the towel. Her slender fingers nervously gripped the top of the towel, revealing a glimpse of the snow-white curves beneath, swaying slightly with each breath. Combined with her flawless, porcelain-like skin and her shy, flirtatious gaze, she nearly made Xu Feng lose his composure on the spot, ready to surrender without a fight.

"Brother Xu?"

Her soft, delicate voice snapped him back to reality. Xu Feng, who had been standing casually, immediately straightened up, cleared his throat, and looked at Zhang Qian with concern. "Zhang Qian, what’s wrong? Come on in!"

"Thank you, Brother Xu."

Zhang Qian blushed furiously, her voice barely above a whisper. The sound alone was enough to make Xu Feng’s heart flutter.

His smile widened as he quickly gestured for her to enter, stepping aside to let her pass. His gaze, however, lingered on her as she walked by.

Zhang Qian was fully aware of her current state. She hugged her chest with one arm, trying to maintain some semblance of modesty, but still managed to say, "Brother Xu, sorry about this… My water heater suddenly stopped working, and I was wondering if I could use your bathroom to take a quick shower. Would that be okay?"

She paused, stealing a glance at Xu Feng’s bare upper body and the shorts he wore.

His strong, muscular frame—once something she had dismissed as unremarkable—now sent an unexpected ripple through her thoughts. Ever since she had watched a certain kind of movie with her husband, she couldn’t help but feel a strange flutter in her chest whenever she imagined the scenes of intense passion.

Zhang Qian was a married woman, 28 years old, with the height of a model (172 cm), a cup size above C, and a face that fit the most popular online beauty standards: a delicate, heart-shaped face, double eyelids, and eyes so expressive they seemed to shimmer like water. She was the epitome of a Jiangnan beauty, a dream girl for many men in the company.

Though she and Xu Feng had never really crossed paths before, he had recently saved her life. She had been harassed by some thugs after working late, nearly falling victim—until Xu Feng, out for a nighttime run, intervened and chased the drunkards away.

Since then, Zhang Qian had secretly kept an eye on him.

Now, with the company’s arrangement, she already knew she would be working closely with Xu Feng in the future. Thinking it was only right to repay her savior, she had decided to take a quick shower as soon as her husband left for work and then head over to meet him.

But fate had other plans.

Caught halfway through her shower by the sudden water outage, she had no choice but to wrap herself in a towel and brave the awkwardness of knocking on Xu Feng’s door. Going back like this was out of the question.

As Xu Feng followed her inside, his eyes couldn’t help but wander over her exposed skin, scanning her from head to toe before he finally snapped out of his daze.

He never expected Zhang Qian to come to him—let alone in this state.

At 43, Xu Feng was still brimming with energy. After finishing his training sessions, he loved working out at home, which had earned him a powerful, well-defined physique.

Years ago, he had been married, but due to certain circumstances, they had eventually separated and divorced.

But Zhang Qian was different. Compared to his plain ex-wife, her beauty and height immediately captured his full attention.

Once inside, Zhang Qian’s face turned crimson. Barely clothed as she was, she felt exposed under his unblinking gaze.

She sat down on the sofa, shy and uneasy, clutching the hem of her towel with both hands while pressing her legs tightly together.