Duonian froze.
He lightly knocked on the door and locked it from the outside.
Behind him, a gentle voice spoke: "It's hot, I specially had someone make mung bean soup. Come have a bowl."
Duonian turned his head.
Then... he blushed fiercely.
He saw Mrs. Huo clad in a white nightdress, leaning against the mahogany table, gently fanning herself.
In the heat, she wore less clothing underneath.
Vaguely, she was quite alluring.
Duonian dared not look too long, his head bowed low...
Chen Xishan spoke softly: "How does such a grown man blush so easily?... You don't dare look at me?"
Duonian was still flushed and didn't know what to say.
Chen Xishan stood up and circled in front of him.
She placed Duonian's hand on her waist and whispered: "I'm more than ten years older than you, and you're afraid of others gossiping?"
Duonian glanced at her in panic.
