Ah Yin stood beside the rocking chair, her pale-gold eyes lowered as she looked at Gu Linyuan.
A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched the corner of her mouth.
"Master." Her voice was very soft, as light as a flower petal falling by his ear.
"Let me serve you." She paused, her gaze lingering on his face for an instant. "Don't you want to taste what Tang Hao's wife was once like?"
With such an innocent expression, she had actually said something like that.
Even Gu Linyuan was left staring.
This style, this contrast, was far too intense!
Tang Hao's wife, Tang San's mother...
For a moment, Gu Linyuan even thought of the forum boards he had once read.
There had been no shortage of similar plots on those boards.
The hand Gu Linyuan used to hold his wine cup froze.
He looked at her, at that face that still carried a few pure, innocent contours, at the undisguised calm in her pale-gold eyes.
Clearly, she was serious.
In the days since Ah Yin had descended to the lower realm, her mindset had completely changed.
Dugu Yan and the others had been too anxious, too competitive, which had led Ah Yin to learn a great deal.
He set down his wine cup, leaned back against the chair, and let his gaze rest on her face for two seconds.
"Who did you learn that from?"
Ah Yin smiled and did not answer directly.
She raised her hand, her fingertips pinching the hem of her pale-white short blouse.
Her movements were very slow, as if giving him enough time to look away.
But she knew he would not look away. The hem was lifted inch by inch, revealing the stretch of snow-white skin at the side of her waist.
Her waist was very