Perhaps it was because she was alone at home.
Today, Huangfu Hongzhu wasn't meticulously dressed up. Her hair wasn't coiled up as usual, but draped over her shoulders like a waterfall. Her beautiful, cold face was void of any makeup, yet her meticulously maintained skin was fair and tender. Her usually aloof eyes were now filled with softness.
Under the lighting, her blush still struck an eye-catching, tempting charm.
She was wearing a silver-white silk robe. The silk was the finest kind, cool and soft to the touch.
Known as the Beautiful Snake, she was the woman all men in the Southern Half Country yearned to conquer. However, nearly every man seemingly had the heart of a thief but lacked its courage.
In these men's eyes, the Beautiful Snake, meticulously cultivated by Chu Wentian for over a decade, was not only intriguingly seductive but also radiated a heart-palpitating sense of danger.
