Lin Feng arrived at the room and pushed the door open. It was unlocked.
The moment he stepped inside, a faint fragrance drifted toward him… fresh, delicious, like blooming flowers after rain. His gaze lifted, and there she was.
Li Yuhua sat before a polished mirror, her long red hair cascading down her back like a flowing river of silk. She was gently combing through it, each slow stroke deliberate and unhurried.
The strands still glistened faintly, slightly damp and clinging together in places, making it obvious she had only just finished bathing.
She wore a simple white robe, loosely wrapped around her figure.
It was modest in design, yet the way it rested against her skin, paired with her relaxed state, gave her an effortless, natural allure far more captivating than any elaborate attire.
The soft sound of the door drew her attention. Her hand paused mid motion.
