Their techniques were skilled yet gentle, as if they were caressing the most precious of treasures.
Si Nanyan's raven-black hair was coiled atop her head, secured with a delicate jade hairpin. A few stray strands fell gracefully across her forehead, lending her an air of languid allure.
Her originally fair cheeks now seemed to hold a faint, alluring blush, making one yearn to steal a kiss.
Upon seeing Lu Ruoyun and Feng Ruoli enter, the maidservants hurriedly set aside their tasks and saluted respectfully, "Greetings, Young Miss."
Lu Ruoyun nodded. "You may all leave now."
"Yes." The maidservants nodded without hesitation and quickly retreated.
Si Nanyan's cherry lips pursed into a slight smile. "Have you arrived?"
She showed no surprise at their arrival; Wen Zhixing had already contacted her.
"Junior Sister, how are you?" Feng Ruoli asked with concern, stepping forward quickly.
