As he expected, in this "ghost state," he could ignore walls and doors, passing straight through them.
Su Ai's voice sounded as if it was right beside him, but Sun Zhe drifted for a while, passing through several walls before he finally located her room.
Shortly thereafter, Sun Zhe passed through the tightly closed door and appeared in Su Ai's guest room.
On the simple wooden bed, Su Ai seemed to have just emerged from a bath. Her hair was still damp, and her only attire was a pair of tight leggings. The thin, delicate fabric, much like yoga pants, tightly hugged her long, beautiful legs, outlining her alluring curves in vivid detail.
At that moment, Su Ai's right hand was already inside her leggings, moving rapidly and rhythmically. The back of her hand stretched the fabric at her crotch, creating a distinct, bulging outline.
So she was giving herself a helping hand...
