Inside Taichu Hall.
Pei Wanyu, dressed in a purple silk Ru skirt, stepped over the threshold of Fuyao Inn. It was evident to the naked eye that she had applied a delicate makeup, concealing the myriad charms after the rain and mist.
Yet, despite this effort, when she walked out from the room, her body beneath the Ru skirt quivered lightly, her skin smoother than silk retained an indescribable tingling, making her involuntarily twist her jade legs slightly.
Feeling the lingering traces left by her good disciple, Pei Wanyu bit her lip lightly, ripples surfacing in her phoenix eyes.
Bringing the always aloof Yinruo into her good disciple's ocean of thoughts truly added a different flavor to her heart.
