Fei Yuan saw the two go to the master bedroom and turned to a room at the other end of the hall.
The night was deep.
Sang Luo finished her bath and changed into a white, velvet-textured nightgown. Her black hair cascaded down her back, and her slender, shapely calves were exposed, drawing the eye.
Lan Cang wore a matching one. He had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and an excellent physique. The collar of his robe was slightly open, revealing skin that looked a sexy, light honey color under the orange light.
His short black hair was still damp. His face was stern and handsome, and a faint scar on his cheek added a touch of wildness to his otherwise overly refined features. The solid muscles on his forearms, the blue veins that stood out even when relaxed, and the light calluses on his hands all exuded a unique, rugged masculine charm.
