Dan Yun Pavilion, Lu Mansion.
The Fairy's boudoir, once filled with the elegant fragrance of medicinal herbs, was now saturated with the overwhelming stench of alcohol.
Heavy brocade curtains sealed every inch of the windows, preventing even the most stubborn morning light from piercing the murky, self-imposed darkness.
"THUD—"
An empty wine jug rolled onto the carpet, making a dull thud. Fortunately, it didn't shatter and make the room even more of a mess.
Lu Ruoxi staggered to her feet. As she raised her arm, her loose lapels slid down, revealing one of her pearly white shoulders.
The simple white inner robe that concealed her Dao Fruit was hopelessly wrinkled, its sash long since lost somewhere in the clutter.
But Lu Ruoxi couldn't care less. Whether she looked presentable no longer mattered. 'No matter how beautifully I dress up, who is there to see this full, lovely body of mine anyway?'
