This breath was let out too early.
Yu Hua left the room and considerately closed the door, but Yu Zhen did not leave the bedside.
The faint scent seemed to be getting closer and closer...
No!
Jiang Wang suddenly opened his eyes!
A small, delicate sachet hanging in front of him was hooked back by a jade-like little finger.
And Yu Zhen was still leaning against the headboard, keeping a certain distance, looking down at him.
At some point, she had already taken off that Bodhi mask.
So, those captivating eyes, those full, fiery red lips, were clearly displayed in his view.
Her lips were like flames that could burn, and now the corners of her mouth held a teasing smile.
Between his eyes and hers, a moist white hand was suspended, with a slightly hooked pinky finger like jade, dangling the delicate sachet lightly swinging.
The increasingly close fragrance turned out to be from this...
What Yu Zhen, what nun, what pure and gentle tranquility, she was always this fond of teasing!
