A vision of beauty before one's eyes.

"Click."

The light flicked on, instantly flooding the living room. Ye Mian looked up and locked eyes with a man wearing a gray towel around his shoulders.

Silence descended.

Jiang Chen wasn't in his wheelchair; he was leaning against the wall for support. A few droplets of water still clung to his face, and the gray towel rested around his neck. His slightly open pajamas revealed his chest muscles, the lines defining his skin with exquisite precision.

Her gaze drifted lower.

Ye Mian’s face flushed instantly, her drowsiness shattered by this vivid, intoxicating sight.

Her hand... at this very moment, was pressed against Jiang Chen’s abdominal muscles!

Even through the fabric, she could clearly feel the firmness of the muscle and the distinct contours.

Night always stirs a sense of illicit desire. Unable to help herself, Ye Mian let her fingers trace lightly over them before she snapped back to reality and pulled away.

Oh no.

She had been bewitched by this man so easily.

Meeting his scrutinizing gaze again, Ye Mian took a deep breath. "I’m sorry. I just got up to get some water and bumped into a box on the floor. Did I wake you?"

As she spoke, her eyes still lingered with a hint of aftertaste; she never imagined that bumping into a box could lead to touching abs.

Jiang Chen looked down. Under the harsh light, he saw that Ye Mian hadn't actually tripped, then shifted his gaze to her beet-red face. The overhead light illuminated the fine fuzz on the girl's cheeks, making her complexion look all the more unusual.

After a brief silence, Jiang Chen didn't speak; instead, he laughed.

Ye Mian felt awkward under his smile. She glanced at the clock on the wall—it wasn't as late as she had imagined. If she hadn't been tired, she wouldn't have been asleep yet anyway.

But Jiang Chen was different