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Sang Luo woke to find herself lying on a large, soft bed. She looked up at the familiar vermilion rafters and the magnificent furnishings of the hall—this was Fei Yuan's main bedchamber.
Her clothes had been changed into a multi-colored brocade robe, both elegant and alluring.
'Did he change them?'
It seemed Fei Yuan had made it through his Nirvana. She inwardly sighed in relief.
Sang Luo adjusted her clothes and was about to get out of bed when Fei Yuan entered, carrying a medicinal broth.
His ink-black hair was unbound, cascading lazily down his back. He wore only a wide, crimson brocade robe, the satin fabric draping smoothly from his shoulders and outlining the broad, handsome lines of his back. A simple golden cord with a jade hook cinched his lean waist. He was tall and slender, a figure that inspired desire at a glance.
