"I'm on my way!" Song Yan looked away and washed his hands before he walked out of the bathroom.
He pretended to be calm, so Han Sha thought he hadn't seen her bra and pants and was relived.
"Wow, you cooked me a wonderful meal. I just can't wait any longer." He grabbed a pair of chopsticks and put a piece of chicken into his mouth. He shut his eyes, enjoying the delicious food. He had to admit that the food taste better than that of Fuyue Restaurant.
Then he put a piece of beef.
"What do you think of them?" she asked.
"They are so good!" He buried himself in the dishes and wished he could eat them every day.
"Miss Han is such a pretty lady with a good nature. She also cooks so delicious food. I'm truly jealous of her future husband. It would be wonderful if she marries me!" he thought to himself.
She was elated that her cooking skills were recognized. She put a piece of beef into his bowl and said in a soft voice, "Have some more."
"Thank you." He was moved by her kindness.
They finished off everything on the table. He took the initiative to clean away the bowls and chopsticks after dinner, and she didn't refuse him.
After cleaning the bowls and chopsticks, he walked out of the kitchen, but she was not in the living room. The sound of running water told him that she was taking a shower.
"A beauty is bathing!" He couldn't help but imagine the attractive scene in the bathroom and let his eyes settle upon the door which was made of frosted glass.
He could only see a vague figure, but his heart beat faster and he was breathing heavily.
"Why don't I turn on the Clairvoyant?" he thought viciously. But he immediately shook the thought off his mind. It was not right to peep, especially to Miss Han. She had been so nice to him.
"It doesn't matter if I just take a quick look."
"NO! She is your teacher and treats you well!"
Suddenly, his eyes warmed up and everything in the bathroom was visible.
"Damn it!"
His eyes widened and his jaw went slack as the picture he was seeing was a photograph of a lifetime to him: completely naked, she was rubbing her breasts with her hands.
She had the most beautiful skin, pale and flawless. He wanted to kiss every single inch of it.
He wanted to kiss her lips gently and suck at her lower lip. He wanted to slowly roll the end of her nipple with his thumb.
His breath hitched and he couldn't take his eye off her. His blood flamed and he was quaking like a leaf.
He couldn't wait to be inside her.
…
Suddenly, he realized something. He didn't turn on the Clairvoyant. Why was he able to see what happened in the bathroom now?
Meow answered him in his mind, "You know you want to see her, so I turned on it for you. No need to say thank you."
"Meow, why did you do it?" he asked angrily.
"You are taking your undeserved gain for granted!" Meow taunted.
"You!" He said angrily, "You must not decide anything for me without my permission!"
"Fine!" Meow then remained silent.
He looked away and turned to the TV set, but the sound of running water coming from the bathroom was inviting him.
"Damn it! I already saw it once. It doesn't hurt to see it again!" He made an excuse for himself and turned to the glass door.