Morning.
Zhu Nanzhi slowly opened her eyes, and what greeted her sight was a ceiling that was both unfamiliar and familiar.
Unfamiliar because she had only stayed here for one night, and familiar because this was the place where she reunited with her husband after their time apart.
'Cuiqing Inn...'
"Husband..."
Zhu Nanzhi hurriedly sat up and turned her head, catching sight of her Master's figure.
At this moment, although Xiao Yinruo was wearing a rather loose long dress, the slightly thin clothing of mid-summer still outlined her voluptuous and exquisite figure, bathing in the sunlight streaming through the window, making one's thoughts wander wildly.
Her hair, as if just washed, draped like silky satin over her shoulders and back, the extremely smooth strands barely clinging to any water droplets, giving it only the slightest touch of moisture and a more translucent brilliance.
