"Mother."
Wang Xiao barged into the room without a second thought—a rookie mistake. If he'd read more novels, he'd know this was the kind of setup that screamed trouble.
"Eh...Xiao Wang!?"
Xinyue Zhilan's voice pitched up in shock, her eyes wide. She stood by the bed, sucking in a sharp breath, starkly undressed except for a thin set of underwear that did nothing to hide her milky-white body.
"..."
Wang Xiao's brain short-circuited. Sure, he knew his sisters looked good—hell, the family genes were no joke—but today, he couldn't help but realize that most of those genes were clearly stockpiled in her. His eyes darted around the room as if searching for answers, but he quickly closed the door shut, retreating to save what was left of his dignity (and his sanity).
When he returned a few minutes later, she was fully wrapped in a modest nightgown. Still, Wang Xiao couldn't shake the awkward image burned into his mind.