Xia Xue and Cheng Yue had already gone out, so Zhang Yang simply walked out stark naked.
He had thought Aunt Yun was still in the living room, but to his surprise, when he came out, there was no one there; however, he did see that Aunt Yun's room door was half open.
Zhang Yang walked over and as he entered, he saw Aunt Yun wearing a peach-colored silk nightgown, lying on the bed taking a nap.
Her head of dense, black curls was scattered across the snowy white pillow, and Zhang Yang looked appreciatively at Aunt Yun, who resembled a sleeping beauty.
There was no denying that Aunt Yun's skin was exceptionally well-maintained.
Although she did not possess the youthful tenderness of Shen Jiayi, under the contrast of her peach-colored nightgown, her skin appeared even whiter.
That pretty face also glowed with a healthy flush.
