It was a loose, flowing inner tunic crafted from the finest, thinnest white spirit-silk.
Without her chest bound, the silk draped over her natural, feminine curves.
It wasn't tailored to be provocative; it was a standard nightgown, but the material was incredibly sheer.
Ji'an didn't care.
She was too exhausted to care about modesty in her own locked room.
She simply slipped the silk tunic over her head, leaving the collar loosely tied.
Her dark hair, usually pinned up in an immaculate, arrogant young-master bun, hung completely unbound down her back.
It was soaking wet, the water dripping onto her shoulders and soaking into the thin white silk, causing the fabric to cling translucently to her heated, flushed skin.
She padded barefoot into the main bedchamber, rubbing her wet hair with a towel.
The stray girl Su Yin went back to the guest dorm by now and was fast asleep, softly snoring, exhausted from her own tantrum.
