Imprisoned in Qingfeng Courtyard by the Second Master, Shi Jin spent his days eating and sleeping.
It was pouring rain and the air was filled with a chill. She couldn't help but sigh and walked down from the bed barefoot.
There was no mistress in Qingfeng Courtyard, and she was only wearing a large robe of the Second Master. The robe was too long, extending to her ankles and dragging on the ground, barely covering her feet.
The compartment was lit by a faint candlelight, and the Second Master was reading a book. She hesitated for only a moment, then walked gently to him.
The man’s slender fingers looked very nice, and his cold face seemed as if it had been carved by a knife or an axe, with an otherworldly air.
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