"Zhuge Feng, what is it about me that's not good enough? Tell me! My figure, my face—what about them dissatisfies you?" Haitang sobbed, tears streaming down her face like pear blossoms in the rain, as she walked step by step towards Zhuge Feng. A faint, sweet fragrance filled the room. Haitang's pale, delicate hands coyly reached for her sash, slowly beginning to undress.
The weather was already hot. As Haitang's outer robe fell to the floor, it revealed her long, slender legs and an apron-like bodice embroidered with red crabapple blossoms. Her snow-white skin, now largely exposed, added a distinct touch of seduction to the scholarly ambiance of the study.
"Zhuge Feng, look at me. What about me isn't good enough?" Haitang whispered, now very lightly clad as she moved towards Zhuge Feng, her lithe waist swaying enticingly with each step.
