Qian Ruixin sat at her vanity, her back to Wang Xiao, the silk of her Hanfu slipping lazily down her smooth shoulders. She raised her arms, revealing her delicate wrists, the fabric draping even further, exposing the soft curve of her back.
Her long hair cascaded down, framing her bare skin, her reflection almost ethereal.
"You scared her away," she murmured, her voice teasing but soft. She had only wanted him to suffer a little for teasing Lingling earlier.
She glanced at him through the mirror, lips curling into a subtle smile. "Now how am I supposed to fix this?" Her gaze flicked toward him again. "Maybe you should go downstairs and call my mother," she added, enjoying the thought of him suffering through that awkwardness.
Wang Xiao's eyes darkened, lingering on her exposed skin as the fabric slipped even further.
