Su Yu looked down.
In his arms, the exquisitely beautiful face that was usually cold and sharp had now shed its defensiveness and rigidity.
Her slightly flushed cheeks, the elegant arch of her nose, and her parted, rosy lips all exuded the stunning allure of a young woman deep in a drunken slumber.
His gaze drifted involuntarily down from her radiant face.
Her ink-black, close-fitting martial attire perfectly accentuated her tall, graceful, and buxom curves. As the carriage swayed gently, the sleeping girl seemed to feel a bit stuffy. She let out a soft murmur, and her hand subconsciously pulled open her tight collar.
A sliver of snow-white skin was instantly exposed to the air, tinged with a faint pink from the alcohol.
Su Yu's gaze swept over it inadvertently. He caught a glimpse of the white cloth binding that tightly restrained her magnificent peaks, and he could almost feel the astonishing elasticity straining to break free from beneath it.
'Look no evil, see no evil...'
