Rong Da and the others looked up in surprise, then lowered their heads once again and responded loudly, "Understood!"
The sky was filled with stars, and outside the window, in the flowerbed, crickets chirped, a slight breeze blowing into the room and bringing with it the scorching scent of summer mixed with the smell of fresh grass.
Having just taken a bath, Feng Yueya, holding a dry towel, walked toward the carved bed while wiping her waist-length hair.
Her snow-white silk nightgown clung obediently to her body, revealing her slender and graceful figure.
The wide neckline was slightly open, exposing her delicate collarbones and fair skin, which glimmered with a pearly luster under the soft candlelight.
She looked serene, every movement exuding a subtle feminine aura.
When Yun Shangyuan entered the room, this was the scene that greeted him.
The brooding air between his brows vanished in an instant, replaced by a gentle expression.
