When Wei Shiran arrived home, Li Rao was sitting on the sofa reading a book.
She was dressed in a light-colored, thin-knit cardigan, with a V-neck that was neither high nor low, just right, actually doing a good job of showing off her beautiful swan neck. Along with her lovely collarbone, it gave off a very clean and comfortable feeling.
She just sat there quietly, tranquil and graceful, as beautiful as an art painting.
So noble that one would not dare to defile.
Wei Shiran didn't know how long he'd been standing there; Li Rao had already flipped through several pages of her book and still hadn't noticed his presence.
Perhaps she was too engrossed, but he would never admit that his presence was low.
Finally.
It was only when Li Rao got distracted and reached to grab her cup for a drink that she realized it was empty.
