Zhao Dong's determination made the anger on Mu Yu's face recede, replaced by a flicker of sympathy in her beautiful eyes.
No wonder Qing Yu is so deeply in love with him. Handsome, responsible, and powerful! If it were a man like that for me… No, that's not right! How could I even think that?
Mu Yu quickly reined in her thoughts. With a flick of her leg, she sent a cloth shoe flying. She then lifted her fair leg and lay sideways on Dai Ruyu's bed. Her legs were fair, her feet delicate and rosy. Dressed in a light, gauzy gown, she radiated a noble, otherworldly elegance. She propped her head on a delicate hand, her eyes filled with emotion. Her soft, supple lips exuded endless charm.
Mu Yu's posture was clearly due to the day's fatigue, leaving her too tired to continue sitting up. She beckoned to Zhao Dong with her finger and then extended a perfect foot. "My feet are sore. Knead them while we talk."
Knead them while we talk? That… That's not appropriate, is it?
