"You are here," Wangchen stated. His voice was pitched low, carrying a soft, gravelly resonance that vibrated directly against Ji'an's eardrums.
Ji'an desperately forced her gaze upward, locking her eyes onto the bridge of his nose to avoid staring at his exposed chest. She swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly as dry as the Gobi Desert.
"I... Yes. I am here," Ji'an stammered, her usually razor-sharp wit failing her entirely. She took another, incredibly necessary step backward, putting distance between them. "I knocked! Well, I yelled. You didn't answer. And you're... you're so wet."
'You're so wet?! That's what you say?!' Ji'an mentally slapped herself.
Wangchen tilted his head slightly, his wet bangs falling into his eyes. He raised a pale hand, casually running his fingers through his hair to push it back.
The movement pulled the silk robe open a fraction of an inch wider.
"I was cleansing my meridians," Wangchen replied, his tone entirely serene.
