The water is just right, and love is scalding hot.

Lu Xinci never imagined that Shen Manqing, the woman who had fried eggs for her in the kitchen for twenty years, could pin her hand so ruthlessly against the cold tile. The force was so brutal it didn't match the gentle mother in her memory, but felt more like a strange lover. Twenty years ago she would climb onto this person's lap to listen to stories; now, in the bathroom steam, those same hands press down on her until she can barely breathe. She knows full well this has crossed a line, yet that only makes it more addictive.