In the flickering candlelight of the room, Zhiyu still kneeled on the stool by the table, intently prying at the gold embedded in the table.
By the bedside not far away, the tall figure of Dongfang Xinglan untied the golden hairpin holding her hair, bent over, and her right knee slipped onto the bed between Lu Jin'an's legs.
Her ink-black hair cascaded down like waterfalls, hanging over her graceful, smooth shoulders. As she bent over, the loose lapel slightly opened, revealing the two delicate dimples on her small collarbone clearly to Lu Jin'an.
The neckline of her gown, embroidered with a few rose patterns, slipped from her fragrant shoulders, exposing a large area of fair skin.
Lu Jin'an couldn't help but look, the snow-piled landscape propped up the originally loose long gown, creating a seductive curve at the neckline, the deep shadow seemingly capable of drawing in one's gaze.
Indeed, it rivals Nanzhi's grandeur.
