The Yuan Chun Hall was quite spacious, not only featuring the grand banquet hall but also several side chambers for changing clothes, washing up, staying overnight, or indulging in entertainment.
Inside one of the side chambers.
Behind a folding screen painted with a scene of heavenly maidens scattering flowers, Xiao Chan adjusted Miss Donggong's khazi skirt. The bodice of her outfit seemed deliberately tailored to be smaller and tighter, forcing most of the round softness to unwillingly spill out. At the thought of how melons reveal their seeds, Miss Donggong grew even more mortified, entirely without dignity, and on the verge of tears.
He already knows how big the melons are…
How could he possibly let her go now?
Dong Gong Ruoshu's cheeks were flushed bright red, a mix of shame, anger, and sorrow interwoven into her expression, which looked as if she were ready to poison herself to death.
