317 Only peonies are the true color of the nation (first update)

The bed in the flower room was also covered with white gauze.

It looked very clean.

Although it was the heat of summer, there was a cool breeze in the flower room, not at all stuffy and hot, as if air conditioning had been switched on, extremely refreshing.

Mo Zhixuan pursed his lips and strode forward, carefully laying Chu Jin onto the wooden bed.

A gentle breeze passed by, messing up her black hair. Mo Zhixuan lifted his hand to brush her hair behind her ear. His usually stern brows softened remarkably with tenderness, as gentle as if handling a treasure without equal in the world. In his deep, phoenix-like eyes was an undeniable doting.

Dai Yu felt ripples in her heart.

The woman lying on the bed seemed to be sleeping, her breathing even. Her skin was pale, her lips red, and she possessed a complexion as exquisite as jade. This was the first time Dai Yu had taken a proper look at Chu Jin.

She couldn't help but sigh, realizing that such a woman indeed existed in the world.