Scarface stared fixedly at the open door, as if something might walk out of it at any moment.
Then his gaze shifted from the door to the figure in blue...
As though he had seen a ghost.
Yet he said to Bao Xiaoqin, "Y-you... what do you want?"
Though his voice was already trembling, shaking like a leaf in the cold wind, his eyes remained wide.
When people were terrified beyond measure, they often opened their eyes even wider, as though seeing more could give them a greater sense of security.
Then, his gaze involuntarily fell upon Bao Xiaoqin's bare chest...
That expanse of snowy white nearly glowed beneath the moonlight. The water reached just below her collarbones, rising and falling faintly with her breathing.
Now and then, a droplet slid down from above, tracing that graceful curve all the way down before vanishing beneath the water, sending out a tiny ring of ripples.
Scarface suddenly found his courage growing by several degrees.
"Lust makes men reckless" was a phrase that could not have been more fitting for certain people.
Some men were like that. At the brink of life and death, fear and desire would fight it out in their minds—and desire was often the winner.
So what if her lover had arrived?
She was naked now—no sword, no blade, no talismans, no magical artifacts...
What threat could a naked woman possibly pose?
She couldn't have hidden a knife in the bath, could she?
With that thought, he straightened his back a little. The knife in his hand no longer trembled. He even waved it through the air, as though bolstering his own courage.
"Could it be that you want us to get an even better look?"
His voice carried a deliberately forced roguishness. His gaze roamed brazenly over