"Today, it ends here. Time to go home, shower, and sleep,"
Zheng Yuqi stood up and announced.
At the moment, of the noblewomen who had come with her, only one was still sober—the one who had just been singing.
When the lights came back on, Tang Feng glanced over and finally got a clear look at the woman.
She had a petite frame and was dressed appropriately, giving off the impression of a delicate and traditional beauty.
Maybe her appearance wasn't stunning, but that demure delicacy stirred an involuntary protective instinct.
You'd want to wrap her in your arms and care for her tenderly.
"Yaya, they're all plastered out of their minds, and here you are, sober as a judge. Are you playing truant again?" Zheng Yuqi said with a smile as she looked at the woman.
The woman smiled sheepishly in response.
