Inside the wooden barrel, Yu Yan's thin gauze robe looked even more hazy with the dyed rosy glow reflecting off the water's surface.
She looked charming and flushed, closing her eyes as if savoring the feeling in detail.
Shen Ping, however, wore a grim expression, his mind replaying what the shopkeeper had told him: *An ancestral secret technique. Getting through the door is not difficult.*
Chapter 50