Only the wall lamps were on in the room.
Yuan Shimo stood where the light met the shadows. His knuckles tightened on the shirt he was hooking as he looked at the girl standing by the door and asked nonchalantly, "Female master, what are you thinking about?"
The dim, shifting light wove a suggestive veil around them. The young man lifted his lashes, and his jade-green eyes shimmered with a subtle, alluring light.
For a moment, Jiang Qingli was struck by his blatant beauty.
She locked the door and sat down on the sofa.
Deliberately avoiding the sight of his exposed waist, she asked, "How did you get in? And why are you wet?"
Yuan Shimo seemed surprised that she would ask about something else after seeing him like this.
He was well-versed in theory, but he would only press his advantage if Jiang Qingli showed interest first.
Yuan Shimo pressed his lips together slightly.
