Zhan Qipei reluctantly withdrew his gaze and quickly walked to the kitchen, pouring a glass of cold water to cool down.
However, his gaze uncontrollably drifted toward the direction of the bathroom. When he saw that faintly discernible shadow behind the door again, his grip on the glass gradually tightened, his fingertips turning slightly white.
His Adam's apple bobbed again, knowing that if he kept looking, something would happen.
He took a deep breath, pursed his thin lips, and struggled to withdraw his gaze from the bathroom. Just as he was about to head back to his room, the bathroom door suddenly opened.
Qiao Jing, while drying her hair, stepped out from the bathroom, immediately meeting Zhan Qipei's intense gaze.
She paused, glanced at the clock on the wall, and noted that about ten minutes had passed since she had started her shower.
"Have you been standing here the whole time?"
