On the Sky Dome, the Flying Boat returned to the Wandao Sect at a steady pace.
In the cabin, Pei Wanyu, having just bathed, draped in a light gauzy robe, sat by the bed. Her mature and voluptuous form carried a hint of moist vapor, as if a lotus emerging from water, exuding a delicate charm.
Slightly tilting her head, she wiped her thick, cascading hair, and as her eyes roamed, they paused when they found a pair of purple underpants embroidered with roses on the bed.
The underpants lay somewhat disheveled on the bed, though one area was darker in color than the rest.
Just like her dear disciple said, disordered and chaotic…
Pei Wanyu wasn't seeing it for the first time—when she boarded the Flying Boat and undressed for the bath, she had glanced at it half curious, half shy to see if it was truly as her disciple suggested.
Yet even upon seeing it a second time, her sweet cheeks unavoidably flushed with a bashful red.
Was it really myself causing this…
