In the swirling steam of the bathroom, Qian Ruixue stared at her disheveled reflection in the mirror: her stockings were torn at the ankles, and the hem of her skirt was still stained with the mud of the mountain road.
When she emerged wrapped in a bath towel, she found a cotton nightgown neatly laid out on the bedside table, its pale blue floral pattern emitting a soft glow in the moonlight.
When Gu Yuan returned, he found the moonlight spilling across the bed, the curled-up figure under the thin quilt tracing a fluid curve. He froze in the doorway—the business attire in the laundry bag had not been touched, which meant the delicate body beneath the bedding was currently…
Chapter 287