Si Ruoqi suddenly froze, staring blankly.
Her face, ears, and even her swan-like, fair neck flushed a deep red. She felt her entire body heat up, and even the air she exhaled seemed to burn.
Shyly, she covered her face. It was the first time she had ever seen a naked man in real life.
She clamped her hands over her face, determined not to look. Her fingers, however, seemed to have a mind of their own, parting just enough to create a small gap through which she greedily took in the view.
Unfortunately, beautiful sights are always fleeting. The hot water in the bathroom began to rise, and a layer of steam gradually fogged up the transparent glass. The scene inside became indistinct, like looking at flowers through a mist.
Even so, Si Ruoqi remained outside, her eyes glued to the glass. It was as if the twisting silhouette behind the steam was a peerless masterpiece that had utterly captivated her, drawing her in.
