Duke Shun Mansion, Lan Garden.
In the washroom, the flickering candlelight cast a dim glow on the lady's eyebrows and eyes, making her look as delicate and tender as lotus petals, with a gentle, soft charm.
Petals were scattered on the bathtub, though it was unclear what kind they were.
They were very fragrant and looked exceptionally pretty.
At this moment, she didn't know they were very expensive.
Amidst the rising steam, the movements of her chest were partly concealed.
Yu Tingwan's hair was pinned up to avoid getting wet. Her jade-like white arm rested on the edge of the bathtub. She looked quizzically at the elegantly dressed Wei Zhao not far away.
Yes.
After she brought him into the washroom, he wasn't in a hurry to undress, as he really came to read letters to her.
Wei Zhao leaned leisurely against the screen, his left leg slightly bent, relaxed and at ease.
He barely looked at her.
This man was really proper!
First, he scanned through the letters quickly.
