Cheongsam Mischief
"You're working so hard."
Seeing Lina Ashford's enthusiasm, Julian D'Aurelius was quite pleased.
The afternoon sunlight poured through the windows of the room, casting warm golden rays across the polished floor. The Imperial Dragonforge Cauldron stood quietly in one corner, its engraved dragons reflecting faint glimmers of light.
Lina stood before him with an eager smile.
Her long green hair flowed down her back like silk, while her bright purple eyes carried an unmistakable excitement whenever they landed on Julian.
[Since you said so, I must teach you.]
[Sigh, but I can't nap on your lap while practicing.]
Hearing Julian's inner thoughts, a hint of shyness flashed through Lina's eyes.
The corners of her lips twitched upward.
Young Master Julian seems to really enjoy napping on my lap.
The thought warmed her heart for some reason.
After practice, I'll let him rest there for a while.
Her cheeks became slightly pink.
