The room was filled with an enchanting intimacy, which the dim, soft lighting only served to enhance.
Seeing Zhao Dong's gaze on her, Jiang Nianyu's blush deepened. Biting her lip shyly, she said, "Zhao Dong, why… why are you staring at me?"
"Nianyu, you're so beautiful."
Zhao Dong didn't know what possessed him to blurt out such a thing.
As soon as the words left his mouth, Jiang Nianyu's body trembled slightly. Her cheeks flushed a deep, rosy hue, as dewy and vibrant as a blooming rose.
She shot Zhao Dong a coy glance, then whispered shyly, her voice barely audible, "Stop flattering me… Should I go put some clothes on?"
Is my nightgown… too tempting for him? she wondered.
Zhao Dong scratched his head and smiled. "This is your home. Wear whatever you want."
Hearing this, Jiang Nianyu flashed a knowing, clever smile. "Then I won't. I'm fine like this."
As she spoke, Jiang Nianyu walked over with a feigned confidence that belied her inner shyness.
