Lu Ying turned to leave and changed into an ivory-colored cotton nightgown.
Stepping out from behind the screen, Shen Yinning had yet to leave.
This seductive vixen had kicked off her embroidered shoes and was lounging with unabashed ease in a bamboo chair. Her petite feet peeked out from under her skirts as she casually picked through a freshly opened box of floral cakes, nibbling delicately. The silk Haitang-pink spring dress clung to her figure like flowing water, outlining her slender, fragile waist—he knew exactly how soft that waist was.
On the desk sat an open, round, old brocade box.
Lu Ying's pupils suddenly contracted.
This vixen had actually dug that thing out!
His face darkened as he stepped forward, glancing into the box while closing the lid.
Inside were items he had collected in his youth—some discarded by Shen Zhaozhao, others lost by her carelessness.
