As she went about her tasks, it was as if Su Ming didn't even exist.

For Su Ming, however, every second was torture.

He could hear the faint sound of foam being rubbed on skin, the rush of water washing over a body, and her occasional sighs of comfort. His eyes were fixed on the ground, but the images in his mind grew uncontrollably wild.

He desperately tried to think of other things. Work tomorrow, Yang Tian, Buck-toothed Zhong, the lizard he had let go.