When Jiang Chen got home, he noticed the light was still on across the hall.
He went over and knocked to make sure Sister Hong was safe.
The door opened. She stood in the doorway wearing a lace-trimmed silk nightdress, holding the volume of the Kui Dou Seven-Star Secret Art. Apparently, she had become so absorbed in studying it that she still hadn't gone to bed this late.
What surprised Jiang Chen was how much Sister Hong's bearing had changed after just one afternoon apart.
Every movement she made felt refined and ladylike. Her beautiful eyes held wisdom and intelligence, as though she could see into people's hearts.
If she put on a pair of glasses and walked onto a university campus, everyone she met would surely stop to greet her as a professor.
Somehow, she made a silk nightdress look like an academic gown.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Sister Hong lowered her head, a little embarrassed.
It was a summer nightdress, leaving large expanses of fair skin and her long legs bare. Exposed to Jiang Chen's gaze like this, she couldn't help feeling awkward.
Combined with her intelligent, graceful air, Sister Hong's bashful gesture was enough to get anyone's blood pumping.
Even with two lifetimes behind him, Jiang Chen couldn't help swallowing.
He gave a dry cough and quickly changed the subject. "Nothing. It's just so hot out. Why are you still dressed so conservatively?"
"Sister Hong, I have to criticize you here. In summer, staying cool is what matters most. Don't worry about other people's opinions. You're at home anyway, so why not be a little bolder?"
"Go wear sexy little tops and shorts! Wear those little tops and shorts that refuse to be defined!"
His speech was impassioned and extremely rousing.
At first,