"Ye Ruxue!" Young Master Yuxu's mouth fell open, his eyes nearly popping out.
Usually, when he saw Ye Ruxue, she was always dressed in gauzy clothes, as pure as a celestial being from the heavens.
But now, she wore a bathrobe, her hair wet, and was barefoot.
What style of dress was this?
In his astonishment, Young Master Yuxu couldn't help but steal a few more glances at Ye Ruxue.
It was this gaze that made Ye Ruxue's face even colder, her eyes filled with intense disdain.
Abruptly awakened by her stare, Young Master Yuxu was shocked, hurriedly turning his head away, looking elsewhere, and nervously asked, "Ye Ruxue, why did you invade my tent in the middle of the night?"
"Hmph!"
Ye Ruxue did not reply, her expression growing colder, her tightly pressed lips sharp as a knife.
"You!"
Young Master Yuxu came to his senses, his face turning pallid as he said, "What do you mean by that look! Why do I look like the guilty party!"
