Black hair spread across half the bed, her pale face untouched by makeup, yet still emitting an indescribable faint fragrance.
As Zhao Xiyan's gaze shifted onto her, he suddenly felt as if his eyes were stung, hastily turning his head away.
What in the world is this silly girl wearing?
Her outer robe was loosely open, revealing an inner garment that was tight and short, wrapping her enchanting figure into two lively spheres, as if she was carrying two little squirrels.
Her waist exposed, the deep navel seemed to hold a fill of fine wine, emanating a soul-stirring glow.
Zhao Xiyan dared not look any further down, his heart fluctuating wildly like it was tied to a plummeting weight, while also regretting silently.
He should have left immediately upon seeing her safe and sound.
But he was worried she wasn't covered by a quilt, so he came over to check.
With that glance, it felt as though half of his spirit had flown away.
Yueyue...
My Yueyue...
