Upon hearing the sound, Wen Zhixing began to unhurriedly pick up his scattered clothes and dress. Someone was approaching, but there was no need to panic. The voice outside sounded somewhat familiar, but caught off guard by the suddenness, he hadn't heard it very clearly.
"Who is it?" Hua Yourong casually swept up her black hair, secured it with a hairpin, and asked with a frown.
"Junior Sister Hua, I heard you were injured, so I came to see you."
The voice outside sounded again. It was gentle and carried the charm of a mature woman.
This time, Wen Zhixing recognized it. It sounds like Bai Luqiu.
Hearing this, Hua Yourong took out a small handkerchief embroidered with a peony to wipe herself down, readjusted her clothes, and locked all traces of the recent passion away within her dress. Then, with a wave of her hand, the seductive air in the room instantly dissipated.
Wen Zhixing also discreetly tidied up the messy bedding.
Seeing this, Hua Yourong slowly opened the door.
