The night air was slightly cool.
In a secluded courtyard room in the Capital City, the lights were brightly lit. The doors and windows of the room were tightly shut, but one window had a hole poked into the paper by a finger, and a clear eye was peering through this small hole, looking inside.
Since it was a rented courtyard, the room wasn't very spacious. Unlike a large family mansion with screens, desks, dressing tables, and so on, there was no division between inner and outer rooms. Inside, there was just a bed, a simple wardrobe, a table, and a few basic stools.
The bed wasn't curtained, so Yu Zhu could see the situation inside clearly.
In an instant, Yu Zhu's face, with its bronze-like skin tone, flushed red, and she took two flustered steps back.
She saw what was on the bed in the room.
Miss was lying on her side, not a stitch on, her skin dazzlingly white. Young Master Mo was kneeling, cradling one of her jade legs, raising it high and placing it on his shoulder.
