Gently pushing open the unlocked door, Jonas slowly stepped inside. The first thing he saw was a pale purple candle on the dining table in the living room.
Its faint light danced in the air, casting a soft glow on the walls. An oil painting hung there, its scenery looking all the more vivid in the candlelight.
A faint fragrance lingered in the air, seemingly rose-scented, and Jonas instinctively sniffed.
Just then, a breeze swept past.
The white curtains fluttered gently, and the clear moonlight streaming in mingled with the candlelight. He spotted the girl reclining on the sofa, lazily playing with her silky hair, as though she had been waiting for quite some time.
Jonas lightly cleared his throat and said gently, "Sorry, Miss Iris. Something came up on the way and delayed me a little."
"It's fine. Iris only just finished bathing, too."
The lights in the room came on at just the right moment. They were dim, but bright enough for Jonas to see Iris clearly.
She wore a light, elegant gown. Its smooth silk draped down over her lovely figure, brushing softly against her curves. Pure as moonlight, its color looked like a layer of gauze beneath the warm candlelight, dreamy and dazzling.
Iris's bare feet rested across one another. Their snow-white insteps looked carved from white jade, their gently raised arches like graceful snowy peaks. Even without shoes or stockings, they were as milky white and delicately pink as ice cream.
They caught Jonas's attention. He quickly recovered and lifted his gaze, only for the curves glimpsed through her thin skirt to steal it again.
It was like a carefully designed trap, one snare leading straight into the next.
Seeing Jonas stare blankly, Iris felt a flicker of secret delight. Growing bolder, she let the