Fus's originally fair skin was somewhat pale; even in severe illness, it couldn't conceal the noble and cold temperament brought by her royal lineage, nor the astonishingly voluptuous curves beneath the velvet thin blanket.
She then gently untied the neckline of her robe, revealing a long black scar running down the middle of her chest, bordered by lofty peaks.
The robe was not fully removed, still draped over her shoulders, held up high.
Despite wearing nothing underneath, her elasticity filled the space inside the robe, clearly showcasing the pale skin around the scar.
Upon seeing this massive wound, only then did Duke understand why Fus had hesitated earlier; the location of this wound was indeed a bit awkward.
Looking at the charming scenery before him, Duke found it hard not to avert his gaze.
After all, Fus's assets were indeed too overwhelming, occupying almost his entire view; if the robe's neckline weren't untied, it might have been strained even more.
