Empress Beixue was already full of unease, and being stared at by Jiang Fan, her heart grew even more flustered.
"Do you not like it?" Her ten fingers slowly came to a stop.
Jiang Fan was at a loss for words.
Was it really a question of like or dislike?
"No need to hold back, go ahead and do as you please."
Empress Beixue couldn't quite grasp Jiang Fan's intentions; was he disdainful of the massage being boring?
Her enticing red lips pressed together slightly, and Empress Beixue looked down at her waist, where a light yellow ribbon tied in a bow outlined her slender waist.
She struggled internally for a moment, but ultimately reached out her fingers to grasp one end of the bow and gently pulled.
As the bow unraveled, the light yellow ribbon silently floated down.
The blue-white silk gown clinging to her captivating body slackened as if it had lost its restraint, revealing her smooth, white shoulders and distinct collarbones.
