Shen Mingzhu opened the door and was slightly surprised to see Zhou Shuhuan standing outside.
"Shuhuan, what's the matter?"
Zhou Shuhuan looked at Shen Mingzhu inside the door and was momentarily lost for words.
Although he frequently saw her, Shen Mingzhu was always neatly dressed. Her hair was tidily combed, and occasionally she wore light makeup, exuding a delicate beauty that seemed appropriate whether she was heavily or lightly made up.
But the Shen Mingzhu before him now was starkly different from the one he was used to seeing.
Perhaps because she had just taken a bath, she wore a sleeveless yellow nightgown, with her wet hair draped over her shoulders, revealing two sections of her white, lotus-like arms.
The palm-sized face was so lustrous it resembled a ripe peach, her apricot eyes clear and bright as if washed by water.
She was a natural beauty, unadorned and pure.
The phrase spontaneously popped into Zhou Shuhuan's mind.
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