Today, she would show him what it meant to be caught off guard.
She carefully extracted the powder hidden under her nails and flicked it toward the wide-mouthed ice bowl.
She had learned dart throwing in the military.
This distance was no challenge for her.
The small clump of powder shot accurately onto the cold-steaming ice.
The white powder quickly dissolved into it.
Without leaving a trace.
Chi Ying's heart soared with triumph.
But just at that moment, someone pulled open the bathroom door.
Chi Ying was startled, her head snapped up involuntarily, "Uh…"
She froze in shock.
Before her stood a man, his body damp, wrapped only in a bath towel at the doorway.
With one hand, he wiped his wet hair with a towel, and droplets of water cascaded down his chiseled features, dripping onto his lean chest.
His wheat-colored skin exuded a wild scent.
His presence dominated the entire space, filling it instantly with a hormonal fragrance.
Chi Ying's heartbeat skipped half a beat.
