They were a strange pair on the steps, Guo Zhihao sitting up straight and proper, and Nhung lounging back on her elbows, her white sleeping robe open to reveal her chest, her long thighs and the mat of dark hair between her legs. She looked up lazily when Chih arrived, and somehow it was more the immodesty that convinced Chih of how deeply they had been fooled than the blood that edged her robe.
