While Lu Yuan's mind was still weighed down by the crushing pressure the Unicorn Demon Dragon had brought, the gauzy curtain to the bathroom was gently lifted.
Five freshly bathed figures emerged at an unhurried pace, smiles bright on their faces.
Ye Qingyue led the way. Her pale moon-white silk nightdress fell smoothly to her ankles, and her silver-white hair was loosely gathered behind her head. A few soft, damp strands clung to her smooth neck. The moisture from her bath lent her skin a delicate glow, while the usual aloofness had faded from her cool features, leaving only warmth and tenderness.
Xia Qingyin wore a pink-and-white cotton nightdress with a short, billowing hem. Her hair was still slightly damp, and her cheeks were rosy, making her look like a freshly peeled fruit—lively and adorably bashful.
Jiang Xuanran wore a creamy-white slip nightdress, her silver-gray hair falling over her shoulders. Her figure was graceful, yet she still had a girl's spirited air about her. The corners of her eyes tilted up slightly, giving her a playful, alluring charm.
Celicia wore a simple, light-gray fitted nightdress. Her short blond hair was neat and dry, and she carried herself with a clean, poised air. She seemed less dashing than usual and more gentle and serene.
Shamirra wore a pale-blue, soft tulle nightdress. At that moment, she looked like a little mermaid drifting in from the deep sea, though she actually was a mermaid princess. Her eyes were dewy, her steps light and soft, and her gaze was full of dependence.
Each of the five had her own grace, and the faint scent of bathwater still lingered around them. They approached the bed one step at a time, their faces initially full of expectation and tenderness. But when their eyes fell on Lu