National Master Mansion.
Inside the bamboo house.
The sleeping girl seemed to sense someone entering the room, her slender eyelashes trembled slightly as she slowly opened her cold, clear eyes.
In his eyes, like a serene rainbow, he saw the bright moonlight shining within them, saw his own reflection mirrored in her gaze.
Seeing Jiang Ning's arrival, Su Qingying paused for a moment and then slowly got up.
As she rose, the strap hanging on her shoulder naturally slid down, revealing a large area of skin white as jade.
However, it lacked any seductive allure because it was a clear path.
"Are you here to sleep with me tonight?" An ethereal voice with a hint of charm echoed.
Sweat!
Upon hearing these words, Jiang Ning couldn't hold it together.
He reached out to reposition the strap that had slid off Su Qingying's shoulder back onto her slender, blade-like shoulder.
The touch was jarring.
