Ji Ziling sat in front of the mirror, looking at her own reflection. Her face was pale and haggard, yet it didn't mar her beauty. Instead, it added a touch of vulnerability, as if eliciting sympathy. She gently touched her pretty face, her gaze obscure and unreadable.
After a long while, she slowly stood up, undressing completely in front of the mirror. Looking at her fine figure, a cold smile curled on her lips. To capture a man's heart, one must first arouse his pity. Surely, there isn't a cat in the world that doesn't stray!
Wen Jiaren and Mu Qian came downstairs, and everyone was mostly ready, waiting for the two of them in the hall. Seeing them come down now, some checked their watches, others looked at their phones, all extremely surprised. It's been less than half an hour, how did they come down so quickly?
To outsiders, Master Mu didn't seem like the type who finished things so quickly!
