Grace Sutton is a professor who earned her PhD in Germany. Perhaps because she spent so much time there, she adopted the German style of pragmatism and meticulousness in her work. However, in China—even at universities where the academic atmosphere is strongest and where pragmatism should be most valued—Grace Sutton's approach still seemed out of place and particularly rigid. Still, Grace Sutton was truly talented and knowledgeable. In just a few short years after returning to China, she had applied for and led several major national and provincial research projects, and published many influential papers both domestically and internationally. So, at the age of thirty-four, she was not only awarded the title of Changjiang Distinguished Professor by the Ministry of Education, but also became the associate dean of her college that same year.

The Chinese are especially fond of power struggles, and universities are no exception. Before Grace Sutton became associate dean, her genuine talent and knowledge spoke for themselves. Even if her style was a bit too strict, no one really had any conflicts with her. But once she took the position of associate dean, as a college leader, she inevitably became involved in disputes over power and interests with other professors and administrators. Her rigid, by-the-book style began to offend people. By the second year, these conflicts had become even sharper. As a result, when one of her PhD students was in a car accident and she needed someone to fill in, she simply couldn’t find a suitable person. Either she didn’t like others’ working styles, or others didn’t like hers and made excuses about not having time. With no other choice, she had to ask William Bolton to report to the college ahead of schedule.

People always change. After serving as associate dean for over a year, Grace Sutton gradually figured out how to get things done and get along with people in China. She had worried that calling William Bolton in such a hurry might make him unhappy. But to her surprise, she called him one day, and he arrived at the college the very next day, even taking the initiative to ask if he could review the research materials first. She really appreciated this attitude, and couldn’t help but feel a bit of goodwill toward this refined, fair-skinned young man in front of her.

“All right, wait a moment. I’ll organize the materials I have and give them to you. But since you just arrived today and have a lot to do, don’t wear yourself out. Even though there have been some changes with this project and time is a bit tight, a day or two won’t make a big difference,” Grace Sutton said as she gathered materials on the large conference table. There was a hint of concern in her tone, a bit different from her usual rigid work style.

“Okay, I’ll keep that in mind. If there’s nothing else, I’ll head out now,” William Bolton said calmly as he took the materials from Grace Sutton.

Grace Sutton nodded and said, “Go ahead.”

After saying goodbye to Professor Grace Sutton, William Bolton dragged his suitcase toward the faculty singles’ dormitory.

The faculty singles’ dormitory was right next to the student dorms—a seven-story building. There were stairwells on both the east and west sides, and a corridor led to a row of rooms. William Bolton’s room was on the seventh floor, room 701.

William Bolton carried his suitcase up to the seventh floor in one go, then looked up at 701.

Here it is. William Bolton held his suitcase in one hand and took out the key Professor Grace Sutton had given him with the other, then inserted it into the lock.

But the key didn’t fit; it wouldn’t turn. Instinctively, William Bolton pushed the door, and to his surprise, it wasn’t locked—it opened.

But as soon as the door opened, William Bolton’s eyes went wide. There was someone inside—and it was a young woman. Not only that, but she was facing him directly, her hands reaching behind her back, struggling to fasten the clasp of a pink bra.

Because the bra wasn’t fastened yet, most of her two snow-white, full breasts were exposed, half-covered and half-revealed, incredibly enticing.

Chapter 5: The “Peeping” Man

During his four years as an undergraduate and four more years as a combined master’s and PhD student, William Bolton had always been focused on his studies and cultivation, never having dated a girlfriend. This was the first time he had ever seen a woman put on a bra right in front of him. Even with his strong self-control, he couldn’t help but feel his blood surge, his eyes involuntarily drawn to those two snow-white, perky mounds.

The woman clearly hadn’t expected a strange man to barge into her room, and she was stunned. Her hands, holding the bra clasp, unconsciously let go. By the time she snapped out of it and tried to grab the clasp, it had already slipped down her smooth, delicate shoulder to her elbow.

Her full breasts were now completely exposed to the air, quivering and round, breathtakingly beautiful.

So big, so perky! Four words popped into William Bolton’s mind.

“Ah!” A high-pitched scream suddenly rang out.

William Bolton immediately realized what had happened, hurriedly backed out of the room, and even closed the door behind him. But those quivering, round, perky breasts were impossible to erase from his mind.

After closing the door, William Bolton looked up at the room number on the doorframe.

No mistake, it was 701. Why was there a woman changing clothes in my room?

William Bolton frowned slightly and was about to knock and ask what was going on when the door was suddenly yanked open. A woman wearing a polka-dot T-shirt and tight jeans, her hair in a ponytail, stormed out of the room.

“Ah!” Another high-pitched scream echoed in the hallway.