Walking to the door at the end of the corridor, Zhao Tian raised his hand and knocked lightly.
The door creaked open, and the faint scent of herbs drifted out.
Lan Shuqin was standing, dressed in her maid's attire, the simple yet elegant outfit hugging her soft curves.
Her delicate hands clutched at the edge of her apron, and her long lashes trembled as she lifted her gaze to meet his.
"Master…" she whispered, her cheeks tinting with a faint blush.
Zhao Tian's lips curved faintly, and without hesitation, he stepped inside before closing the door behind him.
"How is my little maid doing?"
Lan Shuqin lowered her head, her blush deepening as she answered in a quiet tone, "I… I am doing good, Master."
He wrapped his arm around her slender waist, pulling her gently against him as she landed against his chest.
Caressing her cheek, he muttered "You are still shy after all of that?"
