After entering the room, Huangfu Lingyao discreetly cracked open the window and tiptoed to the edge of the bed.
He moved as stealthily as a thief, yet he felt no guilt whatsoever. In reality, he had not come with any specific intention; he simply sat down gently on the edge of the bed, observing her peaceful slumber.
The early summer weather had turned warm, and she was prone to feeling hot, so she had only pulled a corner of the blanket over her belly. She wore a white nightgown, her hair cascading loosely, like a cascade of three thousand emerald threads sprawled across the pillow, ensnaring his gaze.
Huangfu Lingyao's eyes took on a more enchanting hue as he reached out and touched her. Her skin was as smooth as silk, just as he had expected.
