"Alright." Li Zhibai stood up, feeling somewhat embarrassed talking with Yun Qian here, especially since the kitchen was nearby and Xu Chang'an might overhear some of their conversation.
Moreover, they were also disturbing him as he cooked.
Li Zhibai held certain expectations for this dinner.
So, she followed Yun Qian through a serene and leisurely corridor, arriving at the study's door. After gently stepping over the threshold, Li Zhibai smelled a fragrance akin to orchids and osmanthus, mingled with the unique scent of ink and paper, which was refreshing.
That aroma wasn't from rouge or incense; it seemed more like the scent of a woman...
Li Zhibai glanced at Yun Qian ahead, noting the girl's legs closed together, a delicate, resplendent skirt hem covering her knees, with a hint of moonlit luster visible at her ankles.
Li Zhibai cleared her throat, about to speak, but then she paused again.
Because she immediately noticed the broken bed in the study.
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