"La, la la la, la la la..."
Ye Wanqiu soaked in the bath, humming a cheerful tune, a smile on her face, while her hands were carving a small bamboo piece with a carving knife.
In the vast sleeping chamber, she was the only one.
She would only reveal her true nature when she was all alone.
The dim candlelight cast a glow on her flawless, fragrant shoulders.
As she carved, a vague image from the ambiguous scene that morning suddenly flashed in Ye Wanqiu's mind.
Did he... did he want to kiss me?
"Ah, ah, what am I foolishly imagining..." Ye Wanqiu threw the carving knife and the small bamboo piece to the ground, then splashed a handful of hot water on her face to calm down.
A moment later.
She took a deep breath, then stood up, and the warm water slid down her delicate body.
Those white jade-like shoulders, collarbone... upright...
That perfect body was like an artwork sculpted by God.
