She leaned slightly and placed the tea cup on the small table by Chen Yi's hand. The movement caused her loose collar to slide down a little further, the breathtakingly full contours barely concealed under the thin silk, shadowed and deep.
Chen Yi was slightly flustered, today's indulgence yet unfulfilled, most of his interactions with Yin Weiyin were acts of punishment and revenge, and although the Prince had given him some relief, it was only half indulgence, half restraint, still unsatisfied, his gaze lingered for a moment on that exposed view.
The scent on her, mixed with tea, body fragrance, and a faint powder aroma, now turning particularly rich and enticing, threading into his nostrils, directly reaching his heart.
Zhu E placed down the tea cup, not immediately straightening up. She lifted those eyes filled with rippling water, the corners subtly raised, carrying a hint of flirtatious allure,
"Sir, your relationship with Qing Luo... has improved quite a bit, hasn't it?"
