The incense smoke dissipated into the white fog that poured in, silencing every sound, and the three figures inside the hall became still as if captured in a painting.
Oh no, to be precise, it was two clearly conscious men who were frozen in this picturesque scene.
Xia Qing did not count.
After staring at the suddenly arrived Xu Yuan for a few breaths, she once again began to unconsciously fumble with the clothes in front of Tang Ruofu.
Tang Ruofu remained utterly unmoved, his gaze desperately fixed on Xu Yuan, the unexpected intruder, while his muscular body trembled slightly as if brewing something.
Tang Ruofu watched Xu Yuan, but Xu Yuan didn't bother to return his gaze.
To a man, what woman isn't more pleasing to the eye, let alone this coquettish matron who had fully unleashed her charm?
