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“What are you looking at?” She looked displeased.

He answered matter-of-factly, “Looking at you.”

She pouted and tried to pry her body out of his sight, but his eyes followed her lasciviously; he swept his gaze on her smooth and glossy body teasingly.

She was antagonized. “Stop looking!”

“Why? Have you turned shy?” he asked with a cheeky smile.

Bearing his teasing no longer, she walked up to him, shoved him out of the door, and said, “Get out!”

Bump!

He was locked out of the bathroom. The man smiled and chuckled.

She was clearly shy!

He decided not to tease her further and, wearing his bathrobe, walked away in high spirits. With a glass of red wine in hand, he sat on the couch and started flipping through the newspaper the servant had brought in.

When he saw the newspaper’s headline, his eyes turned contemplative; he took a sip of the red wine as his face displayed a trace of self-satisfaction.

When she walked out of the bathroom, she saw him flipping through the newspaper with one ha