Thinking this, Doris couldn't help but recall Qiu Tu's youthful appearance.
'A Heavenly God in his twenties...'
'As expected, another under the grace of Xi Yue.'
'Is this the so-called Child of Fate?'
With such thoughts, a trace of envy flickered within Doris's eyes...
And just as she was lost in thought, "knock knock knock," someone rapped on her door from outside.
Hearing the knock, Doris snapped back to herself, only now realizing she'd dazed off halfway through brushing her hair.
Her spiritual power swept through the corridor beyond the door, and upon sensing Qiu Tu and the butler, a faint trace of panic crossed her face.
She hurriedly glanced in the mirror to check her appearance.
Perhaps because she had just gotten up, she was wearing a pink silk lace camisole nightgown.
Her attire was casual, so the silky fabric draped loosely over her legs, revealing pale, slender limbs and skin as soft and fair as milk.
