Down the corridor, Yinxi walked with a graceful and elegant posture, wearing a well-tailored brocade qipao. The ink-wash bamboo embroidered upon it looked remarkably lifelike, as if caught in a gentle breeze with swaying shadows. She moved with light steps, followed by the cold-gazing and imposing Boccaccio.
Boccaccio’s black windbreaker fluttered in the wind, making his tall and straight figure appear even more commanding. His deep eyes were like cold stars, and every gesture exuded immense authority.
Ying Ji had been standing in place, still huffing with indignation, her chest heaving slightly from anger and her little face flushed red. Catching sight of the two approaching out of the corner of her eye, her eyes instantly lit up. Like a character in a Sichuan opera changing masks, she immediately switched to an expression of supreme obedience and cuteness.
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