Qin Feng stepped out of his room. Honglian, a maid in a red dress, approached carrying a soft, white cloak. She said with concern, "Young Master, the night air is chilly. You should put on a cloak!"
"Hm?" Qin Feng took the cloak, his gaze resting calmly on the red-clad young woman. A blush rose on her cheeks, and she lowered her head shyly. Her long, beautiful hair fell to conceal the birthmark on one side of her face.
These past few days, as Qin Feng's status had risen, the little maid Honglian, who was once pale and sallow, had also received better nourishment. Her figure had begun to fill out, and her skin had regained its fair, delicate luster. She was blossoming into a real beauty, with a graceful figure, a captivating waist, and eyes as clear as water.
The mesmerizing glint that occasionally flashed in her eyes was soul-stealing. Combined with her tall, sizzling figure and cloud-like black hair, she was the very picture of a fiery stunner.
