Yanfeng lay diagonally on the villa's rooftop, her slender, fair legs swinging listlessly as she admired the full moon on the fifteenth day.
She glanced at Xu Fan in the garden, who was fiddling with small flags, and lazily yawned.
In such a fine and beautiful evening, she could only sit alone on the rooftop enjoying the moon.
"Come down."
A clear and moist voice reached Yanfeng's ears.
Reluctantly glancing at the moon, she knew he would come out; had she known, she would have stayed comfortably in the house today....
A figure clad in crimson fluttered down, appearing ten centimeters in front of Xu Fan, her graceful figure swaying.
Xu Fan immediately stepped back several paces.
Yanfeng purposely teased, "Master, what do you need from me at this late hour?" As she finished, she deliberately ran her fingers through her hair.
All charm and grace.
Xu Fan shook his head with a smile, "Yanfeng, I said, don't call me master, just call me Young Master."
