Although he could remain rational, some things are ultimately not something you can simply decide not to think about, otherwise there wouldn’t be so many insomniacs at night. For example now, hearing the sound of water in the bathroom, Hao Jian found his mind racing, even without seeing the scene, a picture was already sketched out in his consciousness.

The scene was alluring and captivating, making him restless and excited; if not for his strong will, he’d probably lose some control over himself. He forced himself not to think about it, but as long as he heard the sound of water, the scene in his mind continued to replay.

Especially thinking about when he helped Weiwei take off her shoes and touched her fair and long legs, that moment kept replaying in his mind. If Weiwei hadn’t unexpectedly vomited all over him, snapping him back to reality, he might not have regained his composure so quickly. Now calm, that scene reappeared in his mind.

It’s said women are poison, and beautiful women are a potent venom; this statement is undeniably true, from ancient times to present. Currently, Li Weiwei is like a dose of poison to Hao Jian.

Originally, he only wanted to pressure Li Weiwei into taking a bath, since she was unwilling to do it, forcing her to do something she didn’t want would give him a sort of pleasure, it would make him happy. And indeed he did enjoy it.

Forcing Weiwei to finally compromise to bathe, he did feel a certain happiness. But he didn’t understand why Weiwei asked him to turn around, nor did he understand why asking her to take a bath seemed to provoke such anger.

If possible, he presently wished he hadn’t teased Weiwei earlier, causing his current discomfort.

If he didn’t agree to Weiwei’s request, he could leave immediately; this place was unbearable, those incessant water droplets were like wandering spirits infiltrating his heart, making him restless and filling his mind with imaginations. Moreover, restraining his thoughts under such circumstances was truly unbearable.

This sort of situation, he didn’t want to experience even once, let alone continuously.

However, at this moment, he didn’t turn around because he promised Weiwei he definitely wouldn’t turn around while she was bathing, turning around would mean losing his "ability" as a man. Thinking about it, he still couldn’t comprehend why Weiwei would come up with such a venomous oath, it was absurdly poisonous, staking a man’s lifelong "happiness" on it.

Since he promised Weiwei, he naturally couldn’t go back on his word. As the saying goes, a man’s word is his bond. When a man speaks, of course he must uphold it. Therefore, he didn’t turn around to break the promise between him and Weiwei.

But he really just unconsciously glanced sideways, neither turning nor doing anything, just his gaze subtly shifted, not even reaching a fifteen-degree angle.

Yet, with just that glance, he almost burst into a nosebleed. Subconsciously glancing to the side, his sight unintentionally lingered on the large wall mirror. The mirror held no special objects, but it could reflect things, like the image he saw now, a reflection of the interior of the bathroom.

Thus, with just that subtle glance, Hao Jian saw the reflection in the mirror of the bathroom. Although Weiwei shielded part of it with a towel, most of it was still visible. Consequently, a perfect "nude" form appeared in his field of vision. Seeing Weiwei usually felt like a feast just for the eyes, but he always diverted those thoughts elsewhere, never thinking in this direction.

In reality, Weiwei was a celebrity at Yawei, her beauty stood out among the female teachers, garnering the admiration of many single male teachers at Yawei, although her competence and skills deterred many of them.

Yet this hadn’t diminished her charm at all; she was very popular among countless teachers and students alike. For example, the classes she taught, viewed as dull and boring, caused students to lose interest, becoming drowsy and lethargic.

However, as long as Weiwei was teaching, the students were much more enthusiastic and engaged than with any other teacher, often before class even started, many male students’ hormones were already rampant. Many people eagerly anticipated Weiwei’s class.

It’s fair to say, at Yawei, Weiwei was the dream girl of countless people, this statement wasn’t wrong at all.

Yet just like that, Hao Jian merely glanced unintentionally, witnessing the enchanting scene of Weiwei, the dream girl of many students at Yawei. What many wished to see was now seen by Hao Jian, and clearly without any obstruction.

Upon seeing that instant, Hao Jian’s gaze was drawn in, not knowing why, feeling somewhat guilty for seeing Weiwei, as if having done her wrong. Yet, when his gaze landed on that moment, he was entirely captivated.

It could be said that seeing that instant, his whole body felt beyond his control, fully captivated by the enchanting, alluring picture. The allure was so powerful, he couldn’t look away.

At that moment, when Hao Jian couldn’t control his body, he felt a metallic taste rise in his throat. In that instant, his nose started bleeding uncontrollably. Subconsciously, he covered his nose with his hand and tilted his head back to let the blood flow back.

However, this didn’t help; he, like an inexperienced boy, exposed to such a scene, couldn’t restrain his blood’s ardor. He quickly grabbed a bunch of tissues to stop his nosebleed.

After a minute of desperately blocking it, the bleeding finally stopped, but upon looking, he used almost a wad of tissues soaked in blood. Looking at it, Hao Jian quietly praised himself, keeping his head back to stop further bleeding.

Weiwei’s allure was overwhelmingly strong, even he, a seasoned "old man," couldn’t resist it.

After stopping the nosebleed and standing up, Hao Jian dared not glance at the mirror again, fearing he might bleed uncontrollably again and unintentionally create a miracle of accidental death throughout history, leaving a legacy for others to admire.

He didn’t understand the situation; how did just looking at the mirror show the transparency of the bathroom glass, clearly showing everything inside? Curiosity arose, yet he remembered his promise with Weiwei, that he absolutely couldn’t turn to look, fearing the poisonous oath, losing his manhood, made his heart uneasy.

He initially wondered why Weiwei was so inexplicably opposed, merely asking him to vow for a mere bath, it seemed utterly absurd. He couldn’t understand why Weiwei refused to bathe, given the alcohol and smell clinging to her, bathing seemed a natural thing!

He hadn’t understood then, but now everything was crystal clear, clearer than ever. No wonder Weiwei opposed from the start; she knew everything.

"Hey!" Suddenly realizing this, Hao Jian furrowed his brow tightly.

He suddenly realized, if he turned now, he could see the bathroom clearly, implying when he bathed earlier, Weiwei outside casually saw inside clearly too.

Immediately, his brow furrowed, realizing Weiwei knew the entire situation all along, watching him throughout his bath. Only afterward did she show her opposition to bathing, knowing the transparency of the bath glass.

No wonder seeing Weiwei upon exiting earlier, she had a blushing shy look, like doing something shameful. At the time, confused by her sudden blush, attributing it to alcohol.

But now he understood completely; it wasn’t alcohol-induced redness, it was from seeing him and shyly blushing.

"Dammit!"

Hao Jian couldn’t help cursing aloud. Outrageously, he was seen by a woman this way and only realized now.

For a moment, he felt a loss of innocence.