Qingmiao Palace, Yunqi Palace.
After nightfall, the tables inside and outside the hall were softly lit by candlelight.
Beside several volumes of folded papers on the table, a brush lay haphazardly, leaving a dark, messy mark on the neatly written pages.
The brush had been thrown down, and the person had fled into the bedroom.
On the soft bed in the bedroom, Xiao Yinruo, who had just been wearing a simple long dress after bathing, now seemed as if she had bathed again, looking fresh and alluring.
But unlike the tranquility and peace during the bath, Xiao Yinruo now exuded a beauty of ripeness and glistening sweat.
Xiao Yinruo liked quiet, so there was no birdsong or cicadas around Yunqi Palace, making her rapid breathing particularly noticeable at night.
Bang!
On the inner side of the bedroom's soft bed, a fair and delicate hand was seen pressing against the wall, leaving a moist and slender handprint.
