Your Shower, My Torture

"So that I can take a shower?" Xue Ning replied in confusion. "I'm not wearing clothes in the shower. You didn't wear clothes in the bath either." 

Xue Ning then stared at him like he was the crazy one, as she shucked off the last of her clothing to walk into the shower stall. 

Unfortunately for Jingwei's sanity, the panel of frosted glass segregating the different areas wasn't opaque, and Jingwei could still see the faint outlines of Xue Ning's body as she turned on the shower head, tilted her head up and let the water rain all over her. 

Now that he got a brief look at how her body actually looked, it wasn't difficult for his mind to supplement the image with the one floating in his mind.

He had already seen Xue Ning clad in sexy lingerie, he should have known what to expect, but he was still left tongue-tied and weak in the knees at the brief sight of her figure in the nude.