The woman hadn’t expected that after William Bolton “peeped” at her body, he would actually dare to stand at the doorway. When she realized that man was still standing there, even though William Bolton hurriedly took several steps back, her full, perky chest still resolutely thrust forward, pressing heavily against William Bolton’s chest.

The fullness and astonishing elasticity made William Bolton, who had never been intimately close to a woman before, feel breathless. That sensation was so alluring, so intoxicating and soul-stirring. Even though it was just a fleeting touch, it still stirred up a strong urge in him to pull her into his arms and ravage her thoroughly.

“You, you, pervert!” After a shriek, the woman pointed at William Bolton, her pretty face flushed red as she cursed. Fortunately, it was summer break and they were on the top floor—on the seventh floor, there was no one else but the two of them. Otherwise, if William Bolton had been called a pervert to his face by a woman on his very first day at work, his reputation would have been ruined.

“Pervert? I should be asking you why you’re in my room!” Although William Bolton wasn’t fond of talking much, since she had slapped the label of “pervert” on him, he certainly had to defend himself.

“Your room? Please, open your eyes and look at the room number!” The woman was furious that William Bolton had ogled her body and was now turning the blame on her, nearly driven mad with anger.

“701, that’s right. Look, this is my key.” Even though the woman was glaring at him as if she wanted to bite a chunk out of him, William Bolton wasn’t a bookworm—he’d just been focused on cultivation these past few years and hadn’t interacted much with people. He naturally understood that a woman would be furious after being seen naked by a strange man. Of course, understanding was one thing, but William Bolton still wanted to make things clear—he didn’t want to be wrongly accused of being a pervert.

“701! Are you blind? This is—” The woman, seeing William Bolton still trying to argue, turned and pointed at the room number, gritting her teeth in exasperation. But halfway through her scolding, she was stunned. The top horizontal stroke of the second “7” in 707 had somehow fallen off, making it look like a “1”.

William Bolton was a smart man. Seeing the woman’s stunned expression, he immediately realized what might have happened. He turned to look at the neighboring room—706—and was instantly dumbfounded as well.

Of course, the room next to 701 couldn’t possibly be 706.

“A misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. Look, I’m the new teacher, this is my key, 701. I didn’t expect…” At this point, William Bolton naturally realized he had accidentally entered the wrong room, and hurriedly took out his key to try to clear himself of any suspicion of being a pervert.

The woman glanced sideways at the key in William Bolton’s hand. She now understood it was a misunderstanding, but having her body seen for no reason—no matter how good her temper, she couldn’t swallow this anger, let alone the fact that she wasn’t someone easy to mess with.

“A misunderstanding? You think just saying it’s a misunderstanding makes it okay?” the woman said angrily.

“Then what do you want? Just say it—I didn’t mean to peek!” William Bolton shrugged, looking frustrated and helpless as he retorted.

Seeing William Bolton’s expression, the woman felt as if he was the one who’d been wronged. The anger she’d just managed to suppress suddenly erupted again like a volcano.

But she didn’t know how to answer William Bolton’s question. Was she supposed to make him strip so she could look back? Or call the police? But what crime could he be charged with? Besides, being seen naked by a strange man wasn’t exactly something to be proud of—if the whole school found out, her reputation would be ruined.

Her anger was like a volcano ready to erupt, but she couldn’t let it out. The feeling was so unbearable it drove her crazy. Her face turned almost green with rage, and she pointed her slender finger at William Bolton’s nose, stammering for a while before finally spitting out four words: “Shameless and despicable!”

William Bolton had never been one to interact much with people, and today he’d already humbled himself to explain and even said she could name her terms—this was unprecedented for him. But he hadn’t expected her to keep pressing her advantage, pointing her finger at his nose and calling him shameless and despicable. This time, William Bolton’s innate pride was finally provoked. He gently brushed aside her slender finger still pointing at his nose, then turned and dragged his suitcase toward room 701.

If William Bolton had just stood there and let the woman vent, maybe things would have blown over after she finished. But as soon as William Bolton turned away with that cold, aloof demeanor, the woman immediately exploded like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, shrieking, “You—you—stop right there! You think you’re in the right now?”

“Like I said, it was a misunderstanding. If you have any conditions, just say them—if I can accept them, I’ll make it up to you. But let me give you a kind reminder: next time you change clothes, remember to lock the door!” William Bolton stopped, turned around, and said calmly. After speaking, he turned and left again.

“I—I—you bastard!” The woman looked at William Bolton’s departing figure, on the verge of tears. It was the middle of summer, and no one else lived on the seventh floor except her. How was she supposed to know a new teacher would suddenly show up? Besides, everyone living here was a university teacher—who would barge into someone else’s room without even knocking? Of course, she’d always locked the door when changing clothes before, but who would have thought that just this one lapse would result in someone seeing her two treasured “white rabbits” she’d kept hidden for twenty-six years!