Though Su Muyao tried to maintain her composure, the faint flush on her cheeks betrayed her emotions.
Meanwhile, Lin Feng also looked at her and was excited for the erotic feast that would come later.
The way she stood there, poised and elegant beneath the soft light, made her seem almost unreal.
"This will be a good day for me," he mused inwardly, a flicker of anticipation rising in his chest as his gaze lingered on her delicate features and graceful figure.
"Mentor Lin Feng, please come in," Su Muyao said softly, her fingers unconsciously tightening around her sleeves as she tried to suppress the faint tremor in her voice.
Though she appeared composed on the surface, her heart was anything but calm.
The moment she saw him standing there, tall and composed as ever, it felt as though her heartbeat had lost all rhythm.
She had prepared herself countless times for this meeting, yet none of that preparation seemed to matter now that he was truly before her again.
