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But it was Niveti who pushed the door open and came in. She still had a cold and stern expression, and she was still wearing that black robe that covered her whole body. The only thing that was exposed was her pair of fair and slender hands, which were holding a book neatly and did not look like the hands of a middle-aged woman at all.

Four maids carrying bath tubs followed behind her.

Just now, Niveti was tired from working here and was sweating, so she went out and asked the maid to boil a bucket of water so she could take a bath.

Niveti's work was actually extra; she had been busy from early morning until noon today, replying to the prayer letters that villagers had put in the mailbox.

She could have chosen not to reply to each one, or only to reply to a few, but according to the temple's rules, the attendants were obliged to reply to every prayer addressed to Lakshmi.

In reality, very few people would actually follow such rules, since it would involve too much work.

But Nivetty happens to be a woman who lives by rules and dogma, so she always completes her work meticulously, which naturally results in a heavy workload.

She was busy until noon today, and had only replied to less than a third of the emails. She was also covered in sweat, so she planned to take a shower and rest for a while before continuing to write.

"You can just put it here." Niveti instructed the maid to place the bathtub in front of the screen.

The four maids, with some difficulty, carefully and as quietly as possible, placed the wooden bucket in front of the screen, and then silently took their leave.

Niveti locked the door and then began to take off her clothes and shower.

Her movements as she undressed were also very rigid, her face expressionless. She first unbuttoned the side of the robe, and with a "click," the black robe slid open to the sides, revealing a patch of white skin.

She glanced down at it expressionlessly.

In fact, Niveti's skin color may have confirmed the villagers' guesses about her. The villagers guessed that Niveti was a noblewoman who had fled from the capital, since people with such fair skin were most likely to be high-caste Kshatriyas or Brahmins.

Next came taking off her shoes. Niveti first neatly folded her upper body clothes and placed them aside, then bent down. Her bending motion had an indescribable elegance, like a special bending motion honed from some kind of court etiquette. This posture, viewed from the side, had extremely beautiful lines, making her legs appear long and straight, as if she were performing a ballet move.

She removed one shoe, revealing a foot with thin skin on the instep, a high arch, and pale blue veins faintly visible beneath her fair skin.

After doing all this, Niveti entered the bathtub. Warm water flowed over her ankles, calves, and waist. The only sound throughout the process was the gentle murmur of the water flowing. Niveti made no sound and washed herself without expression.

It seemed that nothing could elicit any emotional response from this woman.

Suddenly, she moved. Her wet hair clung heavily to Niveti's shoulders and the back of her neck, making her feel a little uncomfortable. So she picked up a comb and started to comb her hair.

She remembered that she had left the comb on the table behind the screen, so she reached over the screen to get the comb from the table behind her.

She didn't turn her head because her memory of where she placed the comb was accurate enough.

Your hand first touches the hard, cold tabletop, then moves two inches to the right to reach the comb.

Niveti's fair, slender hand, still wet with water, moved an inch to the right and stopped.

Hmm? Why is there something here? She doesn't remember putting anything here.

The touch was soft and warm, somewhat like a human hand. She hadn't wanted the comb and had overlooked this.

Her hand continued to move to the right, and finally, the feel was right; she touched the comb.

She was about to take the comb back when her arm suddenly froze in mid-air.

Wait, she just touched someone's hand?

Niveti's beautiful grey-brown eyes widened uncontrollably. Her eyes were a beautiful grey-brown, a color that could make a person appear extremely aloof and unapproachable.

How can I describe Li Wei's current feelings?

Actually, he woke up when Niveti touched his hand. He opened his eyes and saw a fair and slender hand holding his. In front of him, behind a semi-transparent screen, was a steaming bathtub. In the bathtub was the figure of a beautiful woman. The woman was lying on her side, and her outstretched hand was in front of him. She held his hand for a moment and then moved to the right to pick up a comb.

In an instant, Li Wei completed his analysis of the entire incident. The person taking a bath in this house was most likely the room's owner, Niveti. In addition, with such beautiful and fair hands, she was very likely the charming teacher Niveti that Suleisa had mentioned.

Li Wei swallowed hard. Could things really be this coincidental? He had fallen asleep behind the screen, and then Niveti came back without checking behind the screen, assuming no one was in the room, and went straight to take a shower.

Levi held his breath, trying to tentatively remove his hand from the table, because it was too dangerous. Niveti's hand was too close to his own, so close that he could clearly see the fair skin on the back of his hand and the pale blue veins.

Li Wei thought this hand was indeed beautiful, even more beautiful than the hands of the hand models he had seen in his previous life. The joints were distinct, and the fingers were slender and long. Moreover, he could not tell at all that this was the hand of a middle-aged woman; there was not a trace of time on it.

With a few quick movements, Li Wei tried to move his hand quietly, making as little noise as possible, but he failed. As if afraid he would escape, the slender, fair hand suddenly fell heavily, pressing down completely on the back of his hand. The five fingers even clenched unconsciously for a moment, and then relaxed in an instant!

The touch... it really is a hand, and a man's!

In that instant, Nivetty's expression hardened with barely suppressed rage. She glared at him and shouted, "Who are you? Show yourself!"

Unlike ordinary women who would scream in terror or blush with unease, Niveti remained indifferent, though she deliberately kept her voice low.

"Teacher Niveti, I'm sorry, but I must explain the whole story to you." Li Wei immediately turned around, his back to the screen. He explained that he was Suleisa's husband, that he had come to hand in his copy of the Manusmriti, and that Suleisa and Navia had gone to the Flower Festival in the square while he waited for the results and had accidentally fallen asleep. Finally, he added, "Also, Teacher Niveti, my advice is that I shouldn't come out right now. Wait until you're dressed before we talk. I absolutely will not turn back."

"Suleiza's husband!?" Nivetie's expression was filled with barely suppressed, incredulous rage. At the same time, when she saw Levi with his back to the screen, she quickly stepped out of the bathtub, dressed herself, and glanced at the stack of papers on her desk.

She began to believe it.

But regardless, Niveti had only one thought in mind: to get this man out of the room as soon as possible!

Immediately, right now!

Otherwise, if word got out that she was taking a shower in her room with her student's husband nearby, her life would be ruined, and the strict reputation she had maintained her whole life would be destroyed.

"Get out of here right now! Leave this room!" Nivetty finished dressing, not even having time to completely tie up her wet hair, a few strands of black hair sticking messily to her pale cheeks. Then she immediately lifted the screen, her cold, gray-brown eyes fixed on Levi.

Upon seeing Li Wei's appearance, she believed his words; such skin color and features indeed indicated a Brahmin, and indeed Suleisa's husband.

But this made her feel even more embarrassed, since this was her student's husband.

"Is the dignity of the Brahmins now maintained by spying on women's purification rituals? I need you to get out of here immediately! And never show your face here again!" Niveti stared at Levi with a grim expression. Her beautiful gray-brown eyes seemed to widen slightly in anger.

"I'm sorry." Li Wei wanted to say something, but didn't know how to start. This was indeed a difficult matter to explain. He bowed again and then quickly walked towards the door of the room. What kind of situation was this? Fortunately, the teacher was quite understanding.

"Remember this, and you can't tell anyone! Forget about it after you leave!" Niveti reminded him angrily at the end. Levi nodded. At this moment, he had already reached the door of the room, but just as he was about to open the door, a sound came from outside.