Clutching the still-warm fabric of his shirt, Jian Huan gazed at the man’s bare torso, a growing sense of the surreal washing over her. Terrified of where this was heading, she couldn't bring herself to meet Lou Xiao's eyes. She kept her head down and hurried over to the dryer, feeding the shirt inside. The loud hum of the machine provided the perfect cover, allowing her to pretend she was alone.