Inside the cabin, all the noises abruptly fell silent, leaving only the sound of footsteps on the staircase from the loft above.
Yang Zhen looked back, his expression momentarily startled. His gaze gradually became entranced. Had this setting been any less formal, his mouth would have watered significantly.
In that moment, Yang Zhen wished he could sing a song: "With all due respect, I can't ignore the play you have planned for me to partake..."
On the staircase, a young woman's laughter shone brilliantly. This was the first time Yang Zhen had ever encountered someone whose smile was accompanied by a sweet, rice-and-orris scent. This woman before him appeared to be boneless, yet sensuously shaped, possessing a figure and appearance beyond reproach. Her appearance instantly grabbed everyone's attention.