Moonlight covered every corner of the villa district like a thin veil, carrying a gentle sheen.
Outside lay a forest spreading through the night like a dark green ocean, while the distant artificial lake resembled a huge piece of obsidian that had lost its luster.
Deep into the night, all was quiet. Only a bright moon hung high overhead, spilling its clear radiance without reserve over the wisps of white mist rising from the hot spring, like a fairyland, like a dream.
As a cloud of mist rose, Leng Yaozhu slowly stood up.
Her beautiful red hair lay wet and loose behind her head, droplets still clinging to its ends.
The hot water had left a faint rosy flush on her fair little face.
Below her snow-white neck was a proud figure that even her bathrobe struggled to conceal.
Her pale, tender calves were exposed to the air, and the hem of her bathrobe swayed gently with every step.
When she walked back inside, the hem still carried the dampness of the night.
Warm-toned lights still illuminated the living room, but the spot where he had been sitting to watch something was empty.
She kept her steps light, her slippers making almost no sound against the marble floor as she followed the corridor toward the bedroom.
Stopping at the bedroom door, she rested her fingertips on the cold metal handle, slowly turned it downward, and pushed the door open a narrow crack.
The rushing sound of water immediately came clearly through the gap, especially distinct in the quiet night-the sound of a running shower.
Leng Yaozhu gave a soft tut. That little rascal had asked her to leave her door unlocked, and she had thought he had something important to discuss. Instead, after arriving, he had paired up with the