The pink bodysuit pajamas, looking quite like the style worn by consorts in an ancient imperial palace, exuded a blend of high-end elegance and allure, conservative yet romantic. The quality of the nightwear was obviously good; on her, it radiated a fatally attractive charm.
Yang Xinyi emerged from the bathroom and lay straight down on the bed as if she hadn't seen Ye Xiong, not even bothering to cover herself with the blanket, thus leaving her long, pale legs exposed.
Ye Xiong took a sharp breath, itching to pounce like a conquering hero; but knowing Yang Xinyi's personality, she would definitely resist.
Her purpose in dressing so seductively was merely to torment him with desire—and yet remain out of reach, until he could no longer stand it and was compelled to marry her.
Women, always so full of schemes.
Faced with this situation, the only thing Ye Xiong could do was to keep his eyes pure.
