The man seemed to have just finished a shower, his black hair damp, his upper body bare, with only a towel tied around his waist.
It was a far cry from the meticulous and stern image she had seen of him on television.
The man lifted his bottomless black eyes to look at her.
There was not a trace of emotion on his handsome features, cold and icy to the point of making one's heart palpitate.
As their eyes met, Ming Yao saw his solid and muscular chest, and the well-defined abs, causing a short circuit in her mind, leaving her momentarily unsure of what to do.
After what felt like nearly a minute, the man's deep and magnetic voice broke the silence, "Have you seen enough?"
Ming Yao took a deep breath, "I'll step out immediately."
She headed briskly towards the door and was about to pull it open when suddenly a long, slender palm reached out and forcefully closed the door.
