The next day, just as the sky was beginning to pale, Liu Yuheng knocked on Zhao Zilan's door. "Lan'Er, are you awake?"
"Master's Wife, what is it?" Zhao Zilan, drowsy, opened the door wearing only her sleeping trousers and a dudou. As a martial artist, she never slept in, but this was far too early.
Liu Yuheng gave a gentle smile. "Let's talk inside."
"Master's Wife, please come in." Zhao Zilan stepped aside. After Liu Yuheng entered, she closed the door, then walked to the table and poured her a cup of cold tea. "Master's Wife, please have some tea."
Liu Yuheng did not touch the teacup.
Instead, she quietly studied Zhao Zilan.
Having just woken up, her hair was a bit of a mess. Her makeup-free face was fair and flawless. Her pale green dudou was stretched taut over her chest, and the form-fitting sleeping trousers, hanging on a slender waist devoid of any fat, outlined the rounded curve of her pert bottom.
Her entire being radiated an aura of youth.
