"Master?"
Qin Gengyun widened his eyes, looking incredulously at the scene before him.
The Master had taken off that red robe, revealing a white feather-thin skirt beneath, the neckline just half an inch above the chest, with her fragrant shoulders entirely exposed.
Below was a pair of smoky cloud butterfly shorts, with the hem above the knees, showing her slender, tender calves and a large expanse of taut, well-toned thighs.
Even within the darkness of the forest, the Master's alabaster skin was as bright as the full moon in the sky.
But why would the Master do such a thing?
Qin Gengyun's mind went blank, yet he saw the Master raise her hand to remove the jade hairpin from her bun, the one he had gifted her.
In an instant, her long red hair cascaded down like a waterfall, draping over her soft waist and swaying with the wind.
