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Water trickled in the bathroom through frosted glass as a hazy silhouette took shape inside.

Frosted glass had its own perspective rules - objects closer to the back were clearer, while anything beyond two or three meters vanished completely. If Qi Fei stood within a meter of the glass, Wang Zhuo could catch her shadow faintly. But once she stepped over three meters away from the bathroom door, he'd become an invisible ghost in her eyes.

While Qi Fei showered, Wang Zhuo slipped a bank card into her handbag without making a sound. Two million yuan resided inside this card, with two identical ones prepared for Qi Fei, Guan Yingying and Qiu Lu as his red envelopes of sorts.

Sitting in the living room separated by only one wall from the bathroom, Wang Zhuo's mind wandered as he heard the water flowing. At eighteen or nineteen years old, male desires reached their peak intensity. Even a whisper, a fleeting image or an unusual scent could trigger immediate reactions beyond conscious control. The harder you tried to suppress it, the more intense the struggle became - often leading to awkward situations.

Wang Zhuo wasn't some model gentleman or moral paragon. When he first discovered his x-ray vision ability, he'd committed fair share of peeping crimes.

But reality proved cruelly disappointing. Most "beauties" turned out as hollow as their gaudy exteriors suggested. Clothes constrained them into unnatural forms - curves squeezed and reshaped in ways that lost all appeal after the initial novelty wore off.

After several experiments, Wang Zhuo concluded: his x-ray vision worked well for surveillance but failed miserably at appreciation. At least he didn't suffer from voyeurism. Otherwise with this ability, he'd spend every day sitting by sidewalks like a pervert.

But today was different. A beautiful woman bathed in his own home, the adrenaline of their fight still echoing in his veins. His heart beat half a beat faster than normal. After several rounds of inner conflict, desire finally won the temporary war.

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"I'm done. Your turn."

A jasmine-like figure emerged from the bathroom mist. The white towel clung to her curves like second skin, another small towel wrapped around damp hair. Her chest pushed the fabric into a gentle swell while smooth, voluminous legs stretched before view in perfect symmetry.

"Ah," Wang Zhuo feigned interest in TV as he jumped up from sofa. He brushed past Qi Fei with hurried steps.

Too quick to escape her perceptive gaze though - that prominent bulge at his crotch gave him away instantly.

Qi Fei felt heat rush to her ears, suppressing a giggle before settling into the spot Wang Zhuo had just vacated. The towel's residual warmth wrapped around her body as something stirred between her thighs and spread through her chest.

"Wang Zhi, there are drinks and fruits in fridge - feel free to help yourself!"

"Okay."

The kitchen shared a frosted glass partition with bathroom. As Qi Fei reached for fridge, she couldn't resist glancing at the hazy silhouette inside again.

Wang Zhuo's voice immediately followed: "No peeking at me."

Qi Fei turned her head like caught cheating in class, only to remember Wang Zhuo couldn't see through frosted glass. She snorted with both irritation and amusement.

The whole scene was visible under his x-ray vision though, making him grin silently behind the towel.

Fridge overflowed with colorful fruits and drinks. It clearly showed Wang Zhuo's hedonistic nature and innate small-bourgeois taste.

As Qi Fei surveyed contents, she brightened at finding an unopened bottle of salad dressing. "I'll make fruit salad. What do you prefer?"

"Any kind is fine - I just have big appetite. You can make more."

So Qi Fei skillfully prepared fruit salad while occasionally glancing at bathroom silhouette. She didn't notice Wang Zhuo peeking through glass either - he'd actually finished showering but couldn't bring himself to leave.

When salad was ready, Qi Fei sat across from him with big appetite, muttering under breath: "How come you took longer than me bathing?"

Wang Zhuo struggled with cold water trying to cool down. When he heard her comment, he finally turned off tap and grabbed towel.

As soon as water stopped, Qi Fei smiled teasingly: "Not coming out now? I'll eat by myself!"

"Coming coming," Wang Zhuo wrapped bath towel around waist. He casually let another towel hang from left hand - the perfect shield hiding his problem area cleverly.

They shared salad on table while Qi Fei occasionally stifled laughter with her hands.

Wang Zhuo devoured salad aggressively, pretending not to notice.

"Leave some for me!" seeing salad disappear fast under Wang Zhuo's appetite, Qi Fei hurriedly grabbed plate.

He chugged cola bottle then suddenly remembered something online about cola enhancing virility. Was this the reason he was in trouble now? Who left this bottle here anyway - trying to kill him?

After finishing last apple slice, Qi Fei happily placed dish into sink and asked: "Show me around more?"

"Sure." Wang Zhuo readjusted hanging towel before standing up.

The subtle movement triggered some vague memories for Qi Fei about student days ten years ago.

Though over two hundred square meters in size, the house lacked personal touches since Wang Zhuo didn't live here. Just basic layout and decoration check - they finished tour quickly.

Final stop was master bedroom. Sunlight streamed through window making room temperature reach 25-26°C. Wang Zhuo opened window letting fresh summer breeze rush in.

"Fresh air!"

Qi Fei closed eyes to soak up sunlight, stretching arms upward before taking deep breaths.

Turning around at that moment, Wang Zhuo caught perfect view - just as bath towel slipped from Qi Fei's body, revealing her silhouette.

Towel fluttered down. Qi Fei emitted sharp scream and hurriedly covered herself while crouching down.

Direct eye contact held entirely different impact than voyeurism. Wang Zhuo stood frozen for two seconds before recalling that classic movie line: "Take it easy - let the bullets fly!" Miss, you were too quick to cover up!

Grabbing towel in front of her, Qi Fei blushed furiously. When she raised eyes and met Wang Zhuo's gleaming gaze, she scolded in soft voice: "Don't look anymore!"

Wang Zhuo turned away quickly with nervous laughter.

"You little pervert. You won this time," Qi Fei busily rewound bath towel while thinking gratefully about still having underwear on - otherwise that boy would've seen everything!

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