Having stood quietly for a long time, Su Fu leaned slightly to the side, his deep eyes staring at her intently, before he threw the cup in his hand onto a table near the door. After watching it settle stably on top, he began to unfasten his belt.
Ran Yan glanced at the lighting. The moonlight was like water, and visibility was quite good. She would have preferred seeing in daylight, but the fact that Su Fu was willing to keep the appointment was already a great honor. Demanding more could infuriate him, which would certainly not be good.
The deep gray outer robe slid off due to his movements, hanging on the cockscomb behind him and trailing sinuously on the ground. Su Fu's shirt was already unbuttoned, the front open, revealing his muscular chest.
Ran Yan had seen it more than once, in the carriage, and last night in the bamboo house in this courtyard, but each time was only a brief glimpse, and now, she was only inches away from him.
