Can Little Female Demon Understand Love Too?

Qin Zhaoer poked half her head out, glanced left and right, and only slipped out after seeing no one beneath the corridor. She then gently pulled the door shut behind her.

Once she had steadied herself, her gaze passed over layer upon layer of palace halls toward another direction.

That was where Qin Wangchuan lived.

In the night, a single lamp was still lit.

She pursed her lips and lowered her eyes to look herself over.

She had changed three times before the Bronze Mirror before finally settling on this outfit.

It was a peach-colored gauze dress.

At first glance, it looked dignified.

The wide sleeves and long robe were thin as mist, draping from her shoulders all the way to the floor. They fluttered softly as she walked, their vivid color flowing and shifting, dazzlingly beautiful.

But that was only at first glance.

Beneath the highly sheer gauze, there was only a small bandeau across her chest, held up entirely by two thin straps over her shoulders. A white peach blossom was embroidered at its center.

That bandeau was pitifully small, barely binding the upper half.

Below it, that fullness propped it up in midair, swaying faintly with every breath.

What was exposed was not concealed in the slightest.

Her lower abdomen was flat, her navel alluring, and two graceful lines ran down from it.

A great expanse of skin lay bare, white enough to dazzle the eye. From her waist to her hips, her curves rose and fell, bewitching the soul.

Yet what was hidden was even more enticing.

A low-sheer long skirt of the same color had an outrageously high slit at the side, running all the way to her waist before being barely held together by a pale white silk bow.

She did not even need