With every breath Su Muyao took, the thin cloth shifted just enough to draw the eye.
The faint outline beneath the fabric left little to the imagination, and the absence of layers made her intentions painfully obvious.
Her waist curved inward before flaring into the graceful swell of her hips, and when she shifted her weight ever so slightly, the hem of her robes swayed, teasing glimpses of smooth, flawless legs beneath.
It was deliberate.
Calculated.
Su Muyao had chosen this attire knowing full well who would be walking through that door.
Even her posture spoke volumes… shoulders relaxed, chin slightly tilted, lips curved in a soft, knowing smile.
Her eyes met Lin Feng's.
Warm.
Lingering.
Carrying a depth of emotion that was no longer carefully hidden.
"Welcome back, Mentor Lin Feng," she said gently, her voice low and smooth, like silk brushing against skin.
