The next day, the sun was already high in the sky.
Jiang Yun opened his eyes. A jade-smooth arm, fragrant and fairer than frost or snow, lay across him.
A beautiful woman was curled up in his arms. After the night, the red mole between her brows seemed even brighter, and a gauzy robe covered her alluring figure.
The gauze could scarcely conceal the rosy skin and rounded curves beneath it, lending them an added charm.
Qin Yao had reported too many matters yesterday, so she looked a little tired today and had yet to wake.
Jiang Yun had responded promptly to everything she reported.
Such thoughtfulness toward a subordinate had brought their relationship to new heights.
"Mmm~"
Jiang Yun shifted his arm after waking, stirring the beauty in his embrace. Her soft body pressed close.
With only a layer of thin gauze between them, he could feel how smooth and supple her figure was.
"Palace Master, you're so strong. I'm afraid I can't satisfy you alone. No wonder Qing Wu and Luo Yang get along so well. So that's why..."
Qin Yao slowly opened her eyes, a languid, satisfied smile still on her face. She leaned over Jiang Yun, and a faint fragrance drifted from her.
Their eyes met. What Jiang Yun liked most were her long, upturned eyes, their gaze shifting with bewitching grace. Her thick lashes were like tiny fans, and the hazy affection in her eyes drew him in like a pool of spring water.
Some people were born with charm.
But Qin Yao's charm went deeper than her captivating eyes. It lived in her bones, spilling out softly and without a sound.
She was like a ripe, luscious peach: tempting on the outside, yet brimming with even more vitality within.
"You're in danger right now.