Drawn to it, Tang Fei padded barefoot across the room. She hesitated for only a moment before pressing her hand against the cool door handle and easing it open.
The mist rolled out instantly, warm and heavy, wrapping around her like a silken veil. She barely had time to step inside before a strong hand seized her wrist, tugging her fully into the haze.
Her gasp echoed softly as the door shut behind her, her back pressed against the cool marble wall. Through the veil of steam, Huo Ting Cheng's tall figure emerged, bare skin slick with water, black hair plastered back, his sharp gaze burning even through the mist.
"Fei'er, why are you sneaking around?" he murmured, his voice low, husky, dangerous in its intimacy. She immediately blushed and that voice made her core tingling.
