Yun Shangshu was reclining on the bed reading a book. When he saw her walk out, he slightly raised an eyebrow.
Ling Rong, after her bath, was wearing a loose white nightgown.
Her long hair, flowing down her shoulders, shone under the candlelight, adding a touch of elegance.
Her fair little face blushed with a thin layer of pink, as tempting as a ripe peach.
Meeting his gaze, she nervously lowered her eyes.
Her long eyelashes cast a shadow over her pale skin, filled with a captivating allure.
Yun Shangshu squinted slightly, his bright eyes fixed on her.
"Come here."
He put down the book in his hand and beckoned to her.
His fair and clean hand was long and powerful, even more captivating against his wide sleeves.
Ling Rong glanced at his hand and walked toward him with a racing heart.
He drew her onto his lap, his narrow phoenix eyes gazing at her like an elegant cat, his fingers gently caressing her smooth hair with a hint of fondness.
"Have you thought about what to do?"
