Someone had entered the painting?
Zheng Ying's first reaction was that it was impossible, but that feeling could not be mistaken. Not only had someone entered, they were standing right outside the door.
Yi Shuyuan stood at the doorway without going straight in. He was not Hui Mian, after all. It was not as though he could not bear to see two naked people, but he still had to consider their feelings.
He was not Xu Zichang, either. There was no need to unleash a flying sword and cast a spell to seize her the moment they met. Judging by the aura inside, there was no malice there.
"Miss, I hope you'll come out and meet me. I'll wait for you in the courtyard."
At the sound of Yi Shuyuan's voice, Zheng Ying's nerves tightened. Countless possibilities and responses flashed through her mind, only for her to reject them all.
Clearly, the newcomer's cultivation was extremely profound. He would not be easy to escape.
Zheng Ying gritted her teeth and took a deep breath. Beneath the quilt, she gently moved Yang Bencai's hand away from her chest, then rose lightly from the bed and stepped over him onto the floor.
A pale, colorful dress flew over from a nearby rack. As Zheng Ying extended her arms and legs, it slipped lightly around her, clothing her body.
Within a single breath, Zheng Ying was fully dressed. She glanced back at the bed behind her.
"Miss Zheng..."
Yang Bencai was murmuring in his sleep, his arms and legs already wrapped around the quilt as though it were a person.
Yi Shuyuan did not have to wait long in the courtyard. He was studying everything around him with curiosity and appreciation when he heard the creak of the main room's door opening.
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