This conversation left Yu Tingwan immensely shaken.
As the sole bloodline left by the Duke Shun Mansion, Wei Zhao must have felt proud of his heritage before, right?
Yu Tingwan was quite worried, her little face drooping down.
She didn't know how to comfort or console someone.
Steam rose around them.
Luckily, Wei Zhao had already moved past his darkest times.
He gathered his emotions, lowering his eyes.
"Yu Tingwan."
Yu Tingwan: "Hmm!"
She saw him slightly spread his hands.
Oh, he wanted to undress.
Let alone undressing, even if Wei Zhao wanted to ascend to the heavens right now, Yu Tingwan would find a way to make him happy.
Yu Tingwan moved quickly, leaving him only in his inner clothes and trousers.
Lately, Wei Zhao didn't look as emaciated.
He stood tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist.
Whether he was satisfied or not, upon seeing her stop, he asked softly, "Is this enough?"
Yu Tingwan: ???
What does that mean?
